A shuttered house at the end of the block doesn’t even have boards on it anymore.
Taken at a junction in the tube world.
An original stencil-brushed sign.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
A little sheet metal box somehow made it back home.
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.
Bayard Sugar Mill, as seen from the old power plant
A nice view of the aurora borealis (“Northern Lights”) strong enough to outshine the industrial lighting at the power plant. The lights in the foreground direct ships discharging coal for the station.