Between all of the buildings was dense growth, especially vines.
The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
The office for the maintenance shop was sound-insulated and ventilated.
This tree caught my eye. Note the bench swing near it. Portra 160.
The walkway to the end of the dock is elevated, so one walks above the trees and bushes growing in the rotting taconite pellets that have collected over the years.
A 180-degree panorama of the first floor of the refectory. I just loved the colors; there’s something about plaster walls that retain the character of a building; they crumble when they die, which is much more graceful than drywall, which drips down into a stinking puddle that looks and smells like a blob of Elmer’s glue.
The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.