Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
A long exposure in the wind, lit by airport lights.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.