The service window in the Administration Tower had seen some abuse, even if it wasn’t so old.
Fire doors separate the buildings.
Powdered coal would sit in these hoppers before they get mixed with water to make a slurry. Then the mixture is injected into the firebox and ignited to make a coal-powered flamethrower capable of boiling water very quickly.
The building collapsed except for the back room. The slats of the roof cast lines of light across the floor.
Shadows of the trees from the materials yard.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
A closeup of a high window in Bunge.
Standing where Globe (later, Whitney Bros) Shipyards one did, and observing the red-to-yellow brickwork transition. Like a mullet, it’s all business in the front.