One of the many blast doors. Note the plunger to seal off the airflow in the event of an attack or accidental explosion.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.
It seems someone planned on stealing the fridge, but gave up on the second floor.
Off the beaten path is this old LTV sign. Now it points to a ghost town and dead dock.
Taken from the most forward part of the windlass room to show how the front of the ship opens up from the front wedge. Note the giant anchor chains and foam strapped to the frontmost beam.
Chester Creek’s lower sections change, demarking decades of change for Superior Street.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
Shoes and booze, backstage.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.