From the highest roof of Ogvilvie’s, Thunder Bay looks like paradise.
Old boathouses near the dock.
One of my favorite night views of Fort Snelling’s so-called Upper Post, taken between snowstorms.
A rail maintenance building. I liked the color of the tree against the peeling red paint.
What are we to do in an emergency?
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.
The approach to the dock is rigidly geometric. I always thought its outline was beautiful against the lake that, by contrast, was always moving.
The hoist room, before it was used for storage.
This building was 99 years old when it was demolished for the coal mine.