“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
The world’s biggest paper machine was installed here about a century before this photo was taken. The orange in the windows is the brick building across the street–the new part of the plant.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
Officers got houses and the honor of living near other officers. They call it Officer’s Row.
There were a few large houses on the Old Crow property where employees would live. The glen had little housing.
The neon lighthouse, seen from the top of one of the silos.
The tunnels were full of bricked-up doorways. I wonder how many rooms under there are totally sealed from the outside world…
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.