The back side of the hotel is plain, but for a fire escape.
The first 800 or so feet of the tunnel is finished with reinforced concrete. The test is raw stone. This is the spot where it switches. Side note: nailing this shot on film is one of my proudest light-painted moments.
Looking toward a void–formerly a hallway to the mineshaft–now a hole in the ground.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
A morning breeze pushes the last ice from the lake against Wisconsin Point.
If it weren’t for the fact there were trees growing from it, and that I cropped out the end of the rail approach, one might think this is still used occasionally.
Fermenters and mixing tanks fill this brewing room. The lighting is all natural, and is partially owed to a crumbling wall letting the sunset blast the interior in almost perfect profile.
Catwalk crating, welded over the yard crane operator cab’s windows.