A row of security lights line the roof of the power station.
Would you wait and risk getting flooded out, or intentionally get minor burns?
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Before Portland-Huron Cement’s Duluth Plant was (mostly) demolished and (partly) turned into a hotel, the top of its silos gave a cinematic view of elevator row.
Peering out of the porthole of the light tower, I saw the shadow of the station on the lake.
Looking at the Broadway from across Broadway, a beautiful Buffalo day. Note the glazed terra cotta facade–and the signs of fire damage from the first floor.
National Mine and its rockhouse (?) as seen from Mammoth Hill. From this angle, I am fairly certain this was a crushing and sorting house. The bottom looks like it has two aerial tram doors as well.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
Instead of a pit in the floor, now there is an oversized chessboard here.