Before our afternoon outing I had the wakeboard tower inspected to make sure the mounts were secure.

The innkeeper folded the oaken towels neatly on the shelves to emphasize the lodge's rustic charm.

The church tower chimed the hour as villagers gathered in the square.

At sunset, the silhouettes of the church towers lined the horizon, reminding the villagers of their long history.

The old coaling tower at the rail yard still stands as a weathered reminder of the steam era.

The abandoned coaling towers cast long shadows over the rail yard at sunset.

Towell donated several rare maps to the university's archives.

Photographers were captivated by the dramatic towerscapes at dusk, each silhouette outlined against the orange sky.

From the hilltop, the abandoned towerscape looked like a forgotten city of needles.

Towells stayed late to finish decorating the hall.