As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
From an unsteady perch atop the blast furnace, the morning light began to leach into the complex below.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.
Only two machines sit on the rails in the roundhouse, both oil cars. It’s not clear whether there’s anything inside either, but they have to have been placed here before 1970, when the turntable outside these numbered doors was removed.
A morning shower made the plant’s metal siding shake… probably nothing, though, compared to when the furnaces were blasting. The objects on the ground are molten ore containers.