Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
The roof of the elevator was partly lit naturally with six big skylights. The less electricity pumped into a grain elevator, the less chance of a grain dust explosion.
The winch that hauled the sea leg, a decide to unload grain from waiting boats and barges.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
The parking lot is in better condition than most of the complex. The left building is the lab.
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.