The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
The approach to the dock is rigidly geometric. I always thought its outline was beautiful against the lake that, by contrast, was always moving.
Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?
As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
A row of security lights line the roof of the power station.