A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
Can you hear the ship’s horn through this picture?
Chester Creek, where it was forced to dip below the circa-1970s I-35 tunnels.
Standing on the ruins of the burned Northern Pacific RR Freight House. It’s the best place to watch ships move around the harbor. Some things haven’t changed…
Minnesota Power’s Taconite Harbor power station, as seen through the ship loading control room windows.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?
The upper sections of Brewery Creek have stone floors and brick ceilings. It’s beautiful–for a sewer.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.