A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
The end of one of the scrapped turbines. Judging by the aborted attempt at cutting it in half, the scrappers had some trouble with this one.
One of the former sanitorium common rooms. Its interior is at the end of one of the wards and is lined with glass brick.
This strip of lights over where the closed body assembly line would curve around indicated the status of the line in terms of yellow, white, and red lights.
From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.
Point me to the blast furnace.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
The middle section of the smokestacks were coal hoppers, and this device would load the coal into the hoppers from the conveyor belt it rode across. The bottom section of the stacks were storage rooms while the very top were, surprise, chimneys for the power plant.