Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
Sprouts of life in center of a smashed glass block.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.
Near Isabella, MB, frozen flooded fields expand to the horizon. Taken on a Voigtlander 25mm f/2.5 if you were wondering.
A long exposure in the crane cab at sunset throws a bit of color into the bleak yellow glows between the windows and car shaker.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
Instead of a pit in the floor, now there is an oversized chessboard here.
A switchboard to control the flow of electricity into the plant from the city and generators.