“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.
Looking up the grand stair at the second floor.
New friends met at the exploring expo.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
The top of the barracks staircase.
The walkway to the end of the dock is elevated, so one walks above the trees and bushes growing in the rotting taconite pellets that have collected over the years.
Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.