A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
A view of the Harris offices, complete with great block glass.
Some of the earlier buildings were dressed up with brick facades.
I am not sure, but I think this section was a storehouse; it has two ramps that connect the rail yard outside and the blacksmith shop. On all of the historic doors that face that part of the yard, signs caution workers to look out for cars…
I love the ghost sign across these two elevators, originally built as Superior Elevator. It’s looking pretty rough.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.