The back of the neon sign before it was converted to LED lighting. The image is mirrored so it can be read.
In an era where smoking was ubiquitous and sexy, smoking stations had to be a part of the job, even at an explosives factory.
Elsie finds her makeup brush across the hospital in the middle of the hallway. How did it get there?
Perhaps this office was for a film studio or music producer.
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
The view into one of the asylum rooms of Norwich Hospital. A long time ago, a window broke, letting the vines crawling up the bricks outside to move indoors and across the floor.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
Looking into the Argo Tunnel at its Idaho Springs portal. I was hoping to see tracks and a steel door, but found a busy crew of environmental workers installing a pipe between the bulkhead and new water plant.