In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
Too big to be scrapped, to simple to be auctioned. It waited for the demo crews and demo cranes to arrive.
A printing press in the attic of the Reception Hospital.
A closeup of a soon-to-be-scrapped crane pulley.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
A heavy steel device locks the anchor up.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
The conveyor between the shore and Dock 2. Note the gap in the aerial walkway that used to connect Dock 4 to the rest of the complex.