Street lights and pavement are some of the obvious signs a town used to be here.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
The basement held a makeshift chapel.
Disabled forklift… I think it’s a Clark.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
I am not sure what this structure is, but it seems to be put together like a gold mill. It existed in 1952, and seems to be from about that period.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
A stack of tires, some of which are destined for the roof. For some reason, a hundred old tires adorn the roof of the Twohy.
On the rooftop of the Temple Opera Block are some old fast food table sets. It did not seem like they had seen much use recently. The tires across the rooftop is a sort of calling card for the building’s former owner.