The buildings were level with one another, so one could look through as many as a dozen factory floors from one window.
Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.
Looking up at the network of elevators at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool. Its train shed doors stand open under the void where conveyors should be. You can see where they used to connect on the left and right. The outside of the building is covered in racist graffiti.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
…out of our depth.
Brewery Creek Waterfall, somewhere above Duluth. Lit with candles and a small LED panel. To me, it looked like a pipe pouring molten metal.