Looking up the Dominion Elevator’s tower. I especially like this picture because it shows how so much of the electrical conduits wound round through the mostly hollow space.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
I like this picture because it shows some of the only unbroken windows at Packard.
The old truck scale sits in the middle of what was Nettleton Avenue Slip.
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.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
In the back of the warehouse is the old incinerator, probably used to destroy kegs that could not be reused.
This is what the complex looks like today to the bare eye. Dull, monochrome, quiet.