Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.
A little cloud passes over the Five-Stack powerplant ruins, like a puff of smoke.
Where the tailings boom meets the mill.
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…
The tower of Dominion certainly dominates the elevator row.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
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.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson