A look upriver at the crane of the Port of Detroit, quiet for the night, and the Ambassador Bridge, always humming with Canadian traffic. Downtown Detroit is beautiful, if nobody told you.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
One of the paper warehouses, with snow blowing across the floors.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
The gear seems to have fallen the height of the power station and shattered. I wonder what it sounded like…
One of the smallest of the many elevators in Thunder Bay, this little elevator held corn for the glucose and starch lines.
Looking up the rock house.
The entrance to the area where staff could sleep.
These rails used to connect to those inside the Santiago Tunnel. Now they dangle above tailings.