The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
There were a few large houses on the Old Crow property where employees would live. The glen had little housing.
The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
When the ship loaders were added, a doorway was cut through the metal silo to make a room for the grain handling equipment. Note the dust sensor in the corner of the torch-cut archway.
Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
Sliding curtains gave a little privacy to the residents of this room, which looked and felt more medicinal than most of the other multi-patient rooms.
The underground portions of the engine shop were mostly filled in.