The west portal of the tunnel is open, and if it wasn’t for the rough track, I would think by looking at it that a train could be coasting up behind me any moment. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
The old truck scale sits in the middle of what was Nettleton Avenue Slip.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
One of the storage bunkers was cracked open. I wonder how effective this heavy door would actually be… I expect, not very.
In the back of the warehouse is the old incinerator, probably used to destroy kegs that could not be reused.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
Behind the grand staircase is this beautifully preserved hallway with medieval-style arches and vivid paint.
Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.