The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
Hip bump girl.
All of the bucket conveyors crashed on this work floor when their casings were scrapped. Note all of the valves to open the grain flow.
Part of the decommissioned plant was used by the Air Force for virtual bombing runs. This is the guard shack for the radar station.
In most places, it may seem off for there to be a tunnel door on the top floor of a building, but Ford was that kind of place. This door from the steam plant led into a skyway and tunnel that connected to the main assembly floor.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.