On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.
The hiking around Central City is beautiful and full of history. Just get a proper topo map!
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
The top floor of the Dominion Elevator. Acros 100 on 120.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
This building was 99 years old when it was demolished for the coal mine.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
One of thousands in the complex. Part of a series of photographs where I capture the number “13” in industrial settings.