The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
A new loading shed to fill train cars.
A shuttered house at the end of the block doesn’t even have boards on it anymore.
Looking into the half-demolished, half-dismantled conveyor for the sea leg.
The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.
The steel sea leg is so heavy it requires a huge counterweight that travels the height of the elevator.