The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
A ship passes the abandoned dock on its way to Duluth. Taconite dust stains the sides of its hull red.
For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?
A US Army Corps of Engineers tug, tied at the end of the pier before the American Victory was parked here.
The American Victory next to M, seen late at night.
Portland Huron and downtown Duluth from the end of the Elevator A slip.
The aft lifeboat survived auction, although now all it holds is an emergency ladder to help men who’ve fallen overboard get on deck.
A full harbor on a hot summer evening, just after twilight, as seen from atop the castle walls.
A stern-mounted spotlight and a fleet of former US Army tugs that are still used to break ice and nudge ships into slips.
Taken from the rooftop looking toward downtown, a hometown, a river town.
For years, the Ford was docked next to the former Pennsylvania and Reading Railroad anthracite coal dock.