Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
The crane on Dock 2, as seen from Dock 4 right after sunset. Notice the old light tower is warped.
Bells are highly symbolic, being used from everything from calling worshipers in the morning to exorcising demons at night.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
One of two projectors, still set to run old 3D flicks.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.
The projector booth, above the balcony in the auditorium.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.
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