A long exposure in the crane cab at sunset throws a bit of color into the bleak yellow glows between the windows and car shaker.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
Funny how sensitive modern English speakers have become to gendered language. I doubt the workers here–almost all female–were offended by this posting for ‘Workmen’s Compensation’.
Looking out of the American diesel crane at the gantry crane that ran the length of the dock.
Note the tiled floor between the bucket conveyors and an old mill.
Inside the Beulah elevator were all of the original notices and notices. These are instructions for filling rail cars with flour sacks.
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.