The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
One of my favorite shots from that year, conveyor line parts stacked and hung with Postal Service bins from decades ago.
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
When ‘men’ meant ‘worker’.
I am not sure, but I think this section was a storehouse; it has two ramps that connect the rail yard outside and the blacksmith shop. On all of the historic doors that face that part of the yard, signs caution workers to look out for cars…
Inside the main entrance to the depot. Through the ‘To Station’ door, you can see some of the news stands. Look at the floor!
The modern morgue, a replacement for the original morgue which has since been turned into a kitchen area.
Some of the doors had sliding plastic windows, but most of the older ward doors simply had these peep holes drilled through them. The inside was always marked and worn more than the outside.
Wide stairs between the ground, the mine shaft, and the dry house.