The “Inner-Urban Jawbreaker,” a one-of-a-kind, salty-but-sweet remnant of a bygone heavy-industrial period in this area’s history. A time when the walls were whole and the floors were clean, in other words, a time when people made things other than photographs inside the never ending corridors and factory floors.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
A panorama from a basement room protected by an amphibian platoon, hand-painted by some National Guardsman from the past. I hope it gets preserved somehow…
This old Jetta did more offroading than your average lifted tinted loud-exhaust pickup.
Above the altar are faded murals. Here’s the Holy Grail.
Chris an his Nikon F2
The top of Dock 4 was too dangerous to explore, but this panorama gives you an idea of the view (and how rotten the wood was).
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.