Every fitting label in the stock department was cracked, curled, and blank.
Sawdust is the most classic of insulation materials.
The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
Spare firebox bricks palleted on the second floor, is if it was going to be repaired.
The house across from the Harris offices were decorated in a unique way.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.