2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
As sun set the car barn underwent a temperature inversion causing a dense fog to rise from the puddles where tracks once where. I opened the Yellowstone-sized doors and watched the bank roll out into downtown Mitchell.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
The lower portal of the Selby Tunnel, as it looks today. The area is a popular spot for homeless to camp–can you spot the tent?
A broken signal light that would indicate to incoming engineers and brakemen the status of the dock deck. The streetlight-style lighting is a retrofit; originally the top of the dock would be lit by strings of lights suspended by towers on each side of the deck… a poor system according to the workers at Allouez who had the same lights.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.