Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
The meticulously tiled dry house shower floor–cracked by frost.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
A warning sticker on the interior of a dredge once tied to the old dock.
Serve [unknown] Build… What do you think the middle says? Tell me in the comments.
One of the few artifacts left in the chapel section is this old floor buffing machine.
A manhole cover sealing Clark House Creek below Superior Street.
One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
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!