Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.
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.
Looking out of the labs at the company garages.
Standing where Globe (later, Whitney Bros) Shipyards one did, and observing the red-to-yellow brickwork transition. Like a mullet, it’s all business in the front.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
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.
Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
The layout and design of the buildings reminded me strongly of a brewery or distillery. To the right you can see some of the retrofits by the first lumber company to buy the buildings, in the 1970s.