The skyway’s steel substructure collapsed slightly, crushing part of the dust collectors.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.
A US Army Corps of Engineers tug, tied at the end of the pier before the American Victory was parked here.
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
There’s concrete under that dirt… under that water… somewhere.