As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
The nurse’s station on this floor, a ward still in its original design, featured a half-door where patients could get their medicine. Portra 160.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
If you look closely, you can see the rain dropping into the building. This is the part of the chapel with the collapsed roof–not the carvings on the choir loft.
Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!
A late look at the brewhouse, long after the stainless steel tanks were scrapped.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.