Looking into the cut made for the streetcar tunnel. It looks like there is a door in the wall, but it’s an optical illusion.
A look down the 1950s foundry building, moments after sunset.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
The back of the Lyric, including the offices at the back of the theater.
This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.
A theater turned skate park. How did that happen?
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.