There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
Pillars among trees… those who inherit the earth will be so confused.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.
This is what the mine shops look like from the road between Gaastra, MI and Rogers Location (formerly Bates, MI). The community was renamed for the mine, probably under the heavy influence of M.A. Hanna.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.