Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?
Where the bricks jumped and wood followed, water runs amok.
Chester Creek, where it was forced to dip below the circa-1970s I-35 tunnels.
Chicago-made fire door.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
These buildings were largely used as concentrators for the crushed rock, although I did spy some small mills inside these too.