The tallest dock structure is an equipment elevator that connects the many dock levels.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
Negative twenty looks much warmer in retrospect, wouldn’t you say? Taken through the window of a gantry crane cab.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past. Kodak Trix-400 on Canon T40.
Everything is texture.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!