Let’s play a game called “FIND THE PIGEON”! There is one bird in this photo of dust collectors atop the King Elevator train shed.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
Gulls check in on me while I climb around the roof of one of the train shds of SWP #4. FP-100C.
The company labs. If you can believe it, this area is even more destroyed today.
A dead pigeon that taggers gilded.
Above the altar are faded murals. Here’s the Holy Grail.
One boat comes into port while three wait. The birds, fat from spilled grain, circle overhead. Arista 100.
Seagulls circle the roof of King Elevator, the veritable Fortress of the Pigeon Forces.