A huge steam pipe snakes between catwalks, through the floors, and toward the condensers, so the water could be recovered and reused.
The end of the dock disappears in the fog.
The west portal of the tunnel is open, and if it wasn’t for the rough track, I would think by looking at it that a train could be coasting up behind me any moment. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
Filters and fans to draw air into the boilers in the second power plant.
There’s a roof problem above the surgical suite.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”