A scrapped steam turbine, perhaps. In the background you can see a gutted casing for another turbine.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
A heavy steel device locks the anchor up.
On the rooftop of the Temple Opera Block are some old fast food table sets. It did not seem like they had seen much use recently. The tires across the rooftop is a sort of calling card for the building’s former owner.
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
When block glass shatters, it looks like ice.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
The valley is full of rocky peaks that stand out from the winding creeks, which only truly run after storms. It is a very beautiful place.