This is what the complex looks like today to the bare eye. Dull, monochrome, quiet.
Note the maps still left on the wall.
I can confirm the existence of the long-rumored Federal Rectangle Research Institute labs.
Redlining is the practice of shutting certain races out of neighborhoods, and it is still a big problem today. Such behaviors were a big factor in creating the need for these projects.
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
Christmas lights from the time Island Station was an art studio lean against a rusty boiler.
John’s wife’s face.
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.
The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.