The powerplant was roughly in the middle of the rail works.
Ducking the steam lines overhead between the mixers and compressors, a water tower says “good morning,” right past the slack power lines. This is the sleepy uptown of the war city.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
Between blizzards on the hill, I look out over the Chateau. Kodak Portra 400 on Voightlander Bessa.
Now, to add a human scale.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
With the maintenance door open you can see the buckets on in the vertical conveyor.
It’s not a good sign when you can see the chimney through the roof.