Death. About two seconds after the explosives were triggered.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
The side stairs were worn smooth by use.
A small machine shop level.
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.
Scrappers tried to take this steel pulley out of Fisher, but it proved too heavy.
My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness.
The former, and much-altered, main entrance and grand staircase.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.