A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.
Where the tailings boom meets the mill.
At the top of a skyway that brought fresh-dried cotton into the Nitrating House from the Cotton Dry House. How? Monorail, of course.
It’s never a good sign when the windows are boarded from the inside.
Christmas lights from the time Island Station was an art studio lean against a rusty boiler.
Facade of tarps and fences on the old house. It used to have a bronze ornament on the second floor patio, but it was taken for scrap years ago.
These dump cars moved copper ore to the top of the furnaces… it’s about two stories above ground level.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.
A volcano (?) under a window.
This ward was the last occupied place in the hospital. It was used as a chemical dependency (drug and alcohol) inpatient program. It seems that they were allowed to paint the walls before they abandoned it… I go back and forth, thinking it is a shame and thinking it is a little cool.
This floor of the workhouse had corkscrew conveyors–big augers–in the floor to move material around. Most of the walls that were metal were missing, leaving the concrete structure and open doors.
The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.