The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.
At an abandoned train repair shop.
A tight-winding wooden staircase leads to where the ropes are tied above the stage. I am standing next to the big old film speakers while taking this.
A bright red light blinks on the end of the abandoned dock to ward off passing boats.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
Demolition about 50% complete.
A depiction of historic Liège, known for its rivers and hills.
No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.