The original metal sign over the porticos.
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
The hole in the floor, I like to joke, is a not-so-sneaky trap for the photographers creeping to get a close-up of the amazing peeling paint. I somehow escaped this snare, however, to warn the rest… perhaps you.
Van Dyke Cab Company and Yellow Cab served the terminal in lieu of a streetcar loop downtown, which was planned but never built.
The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
A social club/restaurant that was likely the place to be late at night.
A strange little staircase on the side of the orphanage puts the scale of the building in perspective. It’s big, by U.P. standards!
Vents in the boards over the windows helps prevent mold and animals from getting too crazy inside.
Global Trading remarked the building in the mid-60s, but far above the door is the old ‘Detroit Shipbuilding’ paint, though it’s faint nowadays.
No windows? Bricks? Must be for flammables.
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
An abandoned gatehouse bearing the name of the former factory.
Watch your head, say the colors. This side of the plant is apparently still standing and is owned by the city.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.
The staircase going to the second floor balcony is gone, giving a clear view of the first floor porch.
One of the few man-sized exterior doors, seemingly with an original frame. Classic arching and beautiful textures–every inch of wall had me drooling. If this engine house was in a metropolitan area, it would have been turned into a $10 million white collar office suite ten years ago.
A long exposure in the wind, lit by airport lights.
Looking at the Broadway from across Broadway, a beautiful Buffalo day. Note the glazed terra cotta facade–and the signs of fire damage from the first floor.
The great entrance to the Service Building shows the detail once present in the old hospital.
An exit from the concourse.