Looking at the Broadway from across Broadway, a beautiful Buffalo day. Note the glazed terra cotta facade–and the signs of fire damage from the first floor.
There were bins with hundreds of spools in them in the basement.
Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
Lined concrete vats in the basement of the asylum for fermenting pickles, presumable because the brine-vinegar solution was too harsh in a time before stainless steel.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.