Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
The pitch of the roof is more typical for areas with lots of snow—not the border of Ohio and Kentucky. So, I assume this roofline accommodated some equipment inside for trains—note the tracks.
No more bailouts. No excuses.
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.
A place to turn mine carts into different areas of the shops.
A tunnel connecting the two larger caves in the hill; those that Jacob vented in the rear. The vents are still extant!