In the days before a centralized fire alarm system, coded whistle blasts would warn when and where a fire broke out.
The shaft of Prize Mine in the abandoned building. Stay away!
Where workers’ pay would be doled out and collected.
The top floor of the nitrating house was full of switches and breakers for the operation below, each bearing a label and number. Nowadays everything is printed, but when INAAP was built, all these signs were painted by hand.
The largest extant structure when I visited.
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.
A big sign marks where the elevated walkway is severed where Dock 2 used to meet Dock 3, now gone.
To make sure the tourists aren’t scared off, the city painted the side of the elevator with one of its historic names.