Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
history under ground
brickwork
Beds line a basement room that is part way between the concepts of inside and outside. Boards and bricks were falling while I was photographing it—stay out.
Looking into the coke batteries in the extant oven… chunks of coke are still hanging from the inner walls, despite the exterior’s wrecking ball pummeling.
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.
A delivery alley that cuts straight into the middle of the brewery complex.
The boilers are gone, but round brick portals remain where they used to meet the walls of the boiler room. Behind it appears to be the coal bunker itself.
I like to imagine this as fountain.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
One of the few doors.
I love this original brick archway, near the narrow gauge shop. Gorgeous!
An iron gate separates vaults below the barracks.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
The great entrance to the Service Building shows the detail once present in the old hospital.
In the power house corner is this gratuitously gigantic doorway. It used to be even bigger, too, as indicated by the brick arch another foot over the top windows.
The side stairs were worn smooth by use.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
My favorite shot of the 17-story Art Deco office tower attached to the train station.
I loved to spend time in the Hamm’s caves in my teen years. It was cold, wet, but it felt familiar and had its share of surprises.
Small rooms in the basement of the asylum were seemingly too tiny to be used, even for storage.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
The top of the giant arched windows facing the Mississippi and the swing bridge.
The substation has definite structural issues. Pictured is the sidewalk that connected the plant to the company housing.
Carvings on the back of a barracks building.
Steam pipes squirm around the stacks.
Bells are highly symbolic, being used from everything from calling worshipers in the morning to exorcising demons at night.
At this junction where Brewery Creek gets a breath of fresh air stands a kid holding a paintbrush: a Banksy (famous graffiti artist) ripoff.
In the barracks.
Don’t know what’s heavier… the bricks or shadows.