A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
In the modern control room at the base of the white elevator tower are the electronics that ran the newer building, its rail components and boat-loading component. The superstructure permeates all spaces here, as can be seen with the crossing I-beams in the main office.
Hip bump girl.
Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
Looking into the cut made for the streetcar tunnel. It looks like there is a door in the wall, but it’s an optical illusion.
Between the catwalks of Furnace 6, the molted ore would flow through the chute.
A door covered in pen graffiti.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.