A look upriver at the crane of the Port of Detroit, quiet for the night, and the Ambassador Bridge, always humming with Canadian traffic. Downtown Detroit is beautiful, if nobody told you.
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
An unshielded heaframe and single pulley.
Brewery Creek Waterfall, somewhere above Duluth. Lit with candles and a small LED panel. To me, it looked like a pipe pouring molten metal.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Energy conserving window plastic does no good when the doors are all open and the heat’s off.
The depot of Ringling is a very lonely looking building and there are many holes in its roof. There are no signs on it whatsoever.