The women of the hospital made clothes for the other patients.
Shuttered windows on the side of one of the collapsing bonded warehouses.
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.
Looking across the ruined skyway that connects the two elevators. I wanted to walk across it, but my exploring parter held me back.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
My first picture at Nopeming, sometime around 2004. The same year that the county stopped mowing the lawn.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
It’s a small world… look at it.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.