An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.
Reflections of graffiti during spring melt.
This “pit” would allow workers to crawl below locomotives to service them.
A side door on the rear of the castle that let guests out into a small stone courtyard below a tall turret.
A cottage for masons infected with TB to live together.
A different kind of tree fort.
One of my favorite shots from that year, conveyor line parts stacked and hung with Postal Service bins from decades ago.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.