Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Don’t you love the shape of the house on the right?
Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.
A crashed freight elevator.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
A shuttered house at the end of the block doesn’t even have boards on it anymore.
When I saw this section, I knew the dock was abandoned.