Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Sunrise in SEMI. The shadow of Kurth Malt is cast across ADM-Delmar #1. Clouds behind ADM-Delmar #4 light up. It’s cold and the air smells like train grease.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
This was my first view of Harris Machinery’s property… it was strange to find what looked like a ghost town five minutes from downtown Minneapolis!
In this photo you see three lives of Lyric: 1.) The Art Deco murals showing the Vaudeville background; 2.) The suspended ceiling put in when the building was converted for film; 3.) The explorers, photographers and others who worked in and on the building before its final demolition.
The Dock 5 sign at track level. Probably as an aid to sailors reboarding their vessels.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.