Looking out the second-floor lighthouse office window. On this visit, the last ice of the season was slowly drifting into the harbor.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
It’s a small world… look at it.
Island Station, in the middle of the power house, in the middle of a thunder storm. Flapping pipe covers and sheets of ran penetrating one massive arched window and blasting through the other, as winds power through the building from the Mississippi. The sound of the thunder made every length of steel squeak under the pressure.
This is where the transformers were housed. Note the steel tracks in the floor for moving equipment around the building.
Before there was a row of double rooms on the left and a common room on the right. Now, in a way, it is all one big common room.