Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
Frontenac, as seen from the Missouri Flats area.
35mm Film, Expired. An abandoned swath of NAD is landlocked by soybean fields.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
A strange arcade machine in the basement.
The west portal of the tunnel is open, and if it wasn’t for the rough track, I would think by looking at it that a train could be coasting up behind me any moment. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.