When the dock across the slip loads, the lighting below the otherwise dark ‘5’ can get a little wild.
The hole in the floor, I like to joke, is a not-so-sneaky trap for the photographers creeping to get a close-up of the amazing peeling paint. I somehow escaped this snare, however, to warn the rest… perhaps you.
A crack in a window in a wall. What’s this doing here?
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One side of the street is demolished. The other is not.
On the second floor of the former carpentry shop, originally the delivery wagon shed.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
The side of the oldest building on the property, the former casket factory.