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.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
…a better view of the huge tailings boom stretching outside of the tailings pond.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
These copulas made the iron for casting.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Serve [unknown] Build… What do you think the middle says? Tell me in the comments.
A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.