Looking out of the American diesel crane at the gantry crane that ran the length of the dock.
Some of the ruins are way off the beaten path… foundations of tank stands and pillars of buildings that never had walls or roofs.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
Every timber pillar was numbered for maintenance purposes.
A bleak double room in what used to be the Receiving Hospital, built apart from the Kirkbride to observe incoming patients before they were placed in a ward.
Sliding curtains gave a little privacy to the residents of this room, which looked and felt more medicinal than most of the other multi-patient rooms.
Seating in the former top balcony is now front row for a secondary stage above and behind the main house.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.