It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
Looking through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.
Without a roof, the bricks were being washed away in the later years of the roundhouse.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
The exterior of the factory is unassuming
In its last years, the church had a congregation of only about 100. It opened with 1.700…
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.