The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
Inside the main entrance to the depot. Through the ‘To Station’ door, you can see some of the news stands. Look at the floor!
A close-up look at the distressed, but beautiful, staircase in the brewhouse.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
The underside of the dock seemed almost like a cathedral to industry with vaulted ceilings.
Standing where the Standard Oil’s boiler used to sit; the coal room is on the right, and would have been filled from trackside.
When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.