The side of Stelco and its scrubber-stacks. This is demolished now.
A midwestern jungle surrounds the meat packing plant.
A typical room in Birtle.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
North of the assembly complex is a storage network of earthen and concrete bunkers.
No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.