Looking out of the American diesel crane at the gantry crane that ran the length of the dock.
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
Looking from a high window in the abandoned Ogilvie’s elevator across “The Kam”, the true size of the Starch Works is surprising.
Looking across the ruined skyway that connects the two elevators. I wanted to walk across it, but my exploring parter held me back.
Found in one of the rooms that hosted an inpatient chemical dependency unit in its later years. Connect the dots yourself.