I dedicated today to photographing Steel. This afternoon was also the first time I decided to bring my tripod, given that previous times I have been leery about making it over the fence with that clunky thing. But I've figured out a nice, simple routine for getting in. As I was walking along the tracks, a trucker drove down past the coal freighter, honked quietly, smiled and waved at me. Very surprised there were no altercations.
Last night, we must have had a rainstorm because everything inside the fence was dripping and thick with a particular smell. When I was seven or eight, my family and I went to Disney World, and my favorite ride was Pirates of the Caribbean. Inside the caverns were pirates on strings and waterfalls with plugged in motor systems. We sat in a small boat along the "river." Most particularly, everything smelled like wet, musky rot. The way that Steel smelled today, so poignant and overwhelming that I covered my nose and mouth with the collar of my shirt. My boots sank into rusty red mud that slowly ebbed in and out of iron ore piles. Not to mention, the temperature today reached one hundred and two degrees.
I am very tired, and my feet ache very much. It is high time for a shower and then more transcription work at Wired.
Last night, we must have had a rainstorm because everything inside the fence was dripping and thick with a particular smell. When I was seven or eight, my family and I went to Disney World, and my favorite ride was Pirates of the Caribbean. Inside the caverns were pirates on strings and waterfalls with plugged in motor systems. We sat in a small boat along the "river." Most particularly, everything smelled like wet, musky rot. The way that Steel smelled today, so poignant and overwhelming that I covered my nose and mouth with the collar of my shirt. My boots sank into rusty red mud that slowly ebbed in and out of iron ore piles. Not to mention, the temperature today reached one hundred and two degrees.
I am very tired, and my feet ache very much. It is high time for a shower and then more transcription work at Wired.
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