Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.
Sometime soon, maybe in early 2016, someone will have this view from their office or condo.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.
Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
The first step of the filtering process is being spun through this tube.
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.