The trees were so overgrown, it was difficult to see the hotel at all from the road.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
This dirt-brick building hasn’t fared well.
A strange sight: Part of the drain here seems to have had a skylight of glass, which has since been filled over. However, the collapsing ceiling began to create natural skylights of its own.
You can tell from the marks on the wall that there used to be pipes running the length of this square hallway, which connected a loading dock with explosive mixers.
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.