Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.
Demolition crews got a taste of this 5-story power plant and decided to take a month-long smoke break. Here’s the bite.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
Officers got houses and the honor of living near other officers. They call it Officer’s Row.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
Soft rain on Vulcan’s ashy pyre… Both of these peaks are dead volcanos, too hard to be totally washed away by storms. As a result, they seem to rise dramatically from the flat valley.
It looks like this doorway was bricked up while the building behind it was still being used as a rail shop.