The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.
The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
The power plant of the Old Crow distillery was mostly original. I didn’t have a tripod, so I had to balance my camera on the equipment there.
At the top of a skyway that brought fresh-dried cotton into the Nitrating House from the Cotton Dry House. How? Monorail, of course.