Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.
The underside of the ore dock in winter. Snow drifts across the dock from the frozen lake.
Scrappers infamously gutted the factory, but this one green conduit going from the sintering floor all the way to ground level seems to have been spared.
Looking into the half-demolished, half-dismantled conveyor for the sea leg.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.