Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
A teeter totter sits in front of the Memorial Building.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
Sprouts of life in center of a smashed glass block.
The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
Below Dock 2 is a set of fire pumps.
Perhaps this office was for a film studio or music producer.
Taken from the most forward part of the windlass room to show how the front of the ship opens up from the front wedge. Note the giant anchor chains and foam strapped to the frontmost beam.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.