Circa-1960s graffiti. Someone got their ass kicked.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
The underwater superstructure of the dock was visible through these big holes.
Only two machines sit on the rails in the roundhouse, both oil cars. It’s not clear whether there’s anything inside either, but they have to have been placed here before 1970, when the turntable outside these numbered doors was removed.
A natural stone floor in Brewery Creek’s upper path has been worn smooth.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
Sarah in Miller Creek Drain.
Showering red-hot coke fresh from the furnaces near the Coal Tower (in the back) was the Quenching Tower’s duty (front).