This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
This building stood on stilts until it was demolished. The top floor handled radio traffic to boats and trains. The bottom floor had locker rooms, records, and a lunchroom.
The basements of the barracks were often stone and brick, and many of them were connected by short tunnels.
Looking from the rail shipping building through pigeon-proofing chicken wire at another manufacturing building in high Fall.
Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.