Looking out of the American diesel crane at the gantry crane that ran the length of the dock.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
The second most important building at Prize Mine.
About a century later. A view of the main factory building, looking toward the two furnaces.
I’ve written it before, but I like observing the way buildings change in terms of new windows, bricked up doors, and so on, and thinking of how their forms change to reflect the work inside of them.
Shadows of the rusty trestle and cold control towers on the Barker. Workers are preparing to swing over the sides of the boat to help secure her to the Minnesota Power dock.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.