Standing on the ruins of the burned Northern Pacific RR Freight House. It’s the best place to watch ships move around the harbor. Some things haven’t changed…
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
This concrete sections supported a coal tower that loaded the larry.
Looking up at the arch–the symbol of the original Lyric.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.