Lift

The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.

In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.

One leg of the headframe meets the hoist house. Two cranes are rusted in place.

This was not always the top of the elevator.

The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.

Some parts of the doctor’s apartment in the Administration Tower were decidedly upscale. Look at the beautiful ironwork on that sink!

The newer tunnels were fitted with these fluorescent lights, although some skylights (block glass embedded in skywalks) let in some natural light during the day.

The sun lowered behind the dead flour mill, bending its image upon itself.

I wonder if these handcarts will become decoration for the hotel being building next to the silos.