A cloud moves across the attic in front of the window. How? A photographer’s secret.
From the 1909 addition, it’s obvious how much water it takes to carry a single wall to, into and through the cracks between the floor tiles: exactly one roof’s worth.
The tops of the coke stoves.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
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 American Victory next to M, seen late at night.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The original color of the wall was probably green.