The end of Dock 5 is warped and bent from a rail accident that left some ore cars swinging like a stringy wrecking ball into the end of the superstructure and accompanying stair. The stairs are still navigable, but it wasn’t recommended by the CN workers that were with me.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
I love the ghost sign across these two elevators, originally built as Superior Elevator. It’s looking pretty rough.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…
This big rusty sphere hides behind the incomplete 5-stack.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.