The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
The building collapsed except for the back room. The slats of the roof cast lines of light across the floor.
Somewhere there was a hoe left on the ground. Given that we had read articles about photographers being mugged around the abandoned projects, we felt it wouldn’t hurt to carry this around. I am glad we did; it made a great musical drumstick against the warped Wheeler Rec Center floor.
The belts on these mills have long ben missing.
This low brick building is interesting to me.
The turned rail was to prevent runaway cars from going over the end of the dock and into the lake.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
A wide view of the poor house. Look at the smokestack and elevator shaft, which show the former roofline.
Looking toward Old Taylor Distillery from the roof of Old Crow.