Skylights

A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.

Laundry chute to the basement, as seen on the top floor.

Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.

Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.

I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.

Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.

Shag carpet is fabulous, and I hope it makes a comeback.

The end of the dock disappears in the fog.

A door covered in pen graffiti.