Postcards and snapshots in a high elevator office.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
Imagine with yellow window guards are eyebrows and the open windows are the eyes. This headframe seems a bit curious.
Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?