The basements of the barracks were often stone and brick, and many of them were connected by short tunnels.
Blue plastic siding filters the summer sun, giving the otherwise reddish-brown interior a splash of color.
Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
A closeup of the old fashioned wood-and-iron flour mill, a little while before they were all scrapped.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
The powered lime hopper had a lot of levels.
The powerhouse had two elevated tracks behind it, one for coal and one for deliveries.
The organ and bits of glass that have lost their way. Try not to see the upside-down wooden cross dangling from the stained-glass-crown on the church’s front side. Of course, it’s to keep the loose panes from falling out onto the road in wind, but at the same time…