A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
The fantastic Art Deco portico over the main entrance to the concourse.
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
The power pulley that ran air compressors straight off of the steam plant’s axel.
A closeup of one of the winding machines that found itself under a leaky section of roof.
I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
One of the many blast doors. Note the plunger to seal off the airflow in the event of an attack or accidental explosion.