What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
You can see almost ever level of the factory from this spot.
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!
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
Trees by the beautiful Nurse’s Cottage above and behind the Kirkbride. One side looks out over farmland while the other faces the back of the hospital grounds. As of 2014, the city is allowing artists to rent spaces inside.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.