Frick

Drawn in fresh concrete about 50 years before I took this picture, and only 2 years after this elevator blew up…

No Bibles were left in the pews, only golf pencils.

One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.

A long exposure of the city glow illuminating the roof, highlighting the victorian and gothic influences on the brew house.

Inside the pilot copper concentrator.

At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.

I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.

Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.

An original, minimally remodeled bathroom above the cafeteria reminds us what the whole complex once looked like.