Standing on the ruins of the former sister dock, looking back at the soon-to-be-demolished family member. The pilings I stood on for the shot were those of the Chicago and North Western RR #3 which was dismantled in 1960 and used to be 2,040-feet long.
The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
The conveyorway between the on-site grain elevator and mill.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
It’s a small world… look at it.
Looking up at the most conspicuous graffiti in the city on ADM #4.
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…