I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
The only way to get to the second floor–since demolition crews punched-out the staircases and ladders leading upwards–was to climb this elevator shaft. In the lower-left corner is a blower for the foundry furnaces.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
I love the ‘hats’ on the top of the SWP-4 headhouse. FP-100C.
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
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.
The neon lighthouse, seen from the top of one of the silos.
These rails used to connect to those inside the Santiago Tunnel. Now they dangle above tailings.