Forklift

Two counterweighted elevators moved men between the surface, mine, and underground mill.

Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.

The factory was utterly vertical.

Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.

The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.

“What’s that diamond thingy on the Pilot House?” you ask? It’s a 1920s-era radio transmission direction finder, a pre-radar navigation aid. Lit with diffused flash.

This low brick building is interesting to me.

A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.

One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.