Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
The first time I saw Buffalo Central Terminal was from a westbound Empire Builder. In the foreground you can see the rows of platforms.
The large domed rooms were surreal.
Was the last job of this hook to lift the remaining equipment out of the hoist hall? The control boards, giant electric motors and transformers?
Harris Machinery rests under snow on the left. Two explorers enjoy the view.
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.
No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
An old nurse’s station (you can tell because of the half-door with table) with torn-up tiles. Notice through the curved doorway that even the ceiling has a curvature.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.