The approach to the dock is rigidly geometric. I always thought its outline was beautiful against the lake that, by contrast, was always moving.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.
Island Station, in the middle of the power house, in the middle of a thunder storm. Flapping pipe covers and sheets of ran penetrating one massive arched window and blasting through the other, as winds power through the building from the Mississippi. The sound of the thunder made every length of steel squeak under the pressure.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
The front door to the auditorium.
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.