Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
Lost words over the auditorium entrance.
From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
Checking out the neighbors. Shot on a the legendary Pentax 67.
Inside the towering offices, Firestone-colored staircases connect senseless rows of wood-paneled offices.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.
Looking at the last wall of the hotel from the banks of the river.
Scrappers tried to take this steel pulley out of Fisher, but it proved too heavy.