As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.
Looking at the Broadway from across Broadway, a beautiful Buffalo day. Note the glazed terra cotta facade–and the signs of fire damage from the first floor.
Without a roof, the bricks were being washed away in the later years of the roundhouse.
Spots of yellow gravel mark gold mines with nothing left on the surface. Is this one of the drainage pipes?
Looking out of the elevators. Canada Malting, Vitera A and Vitera B in the background.
When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.