It’s almost hard to tell whether the colors come from oil in the water or the colorful glass lit up by the Michigan sunset.
Miller Creek, in one of the wider sections that features a trout (as in the fish) canal in the middle of the drain. Even though it is underground, the fish are able to visit their breeding ponds upstream by swimming through the specially designed tunnel.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
The entrance to the area where staff could sleep.
Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
A divot to let more light and air into the building.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.