The nitrating house was a chemically dangerous place, so it had thick metal and concrete shield for every station right next to an emergency shower.
It was a strange choice, although I appreciate it, for the firm reusing the shops to brick up the doorways while leaving the doors.
I like the fading stencil paint.
The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
Street lights and pavement are some of the obvious signs a town used to be here.
The Harrison flour mill, completed in 1897 and expanded in 1901 and 1902. The tunnel that I am standing on probably transported grain from the elevator to the mill. Medium Format.
A panorama of the dock buildings, before the left one was demolished.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.