Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
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.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
The machine shop today.
Pillars among trees… those who inherit the earth will be so confused.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.