A photo from my first trip, although very little has changed in this area of the building except for the level of graffiti. I love skylights, don’t you?
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
The tailings boom is the first and last thing you see when approaching the mountaintop shipwreck.
Standing between pockets 1 and 2. You brought hearing protection, right?