Forklift

In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.

On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.

The conveyor between the shore and Dock 2. Note the gap in the aerial walkway that used to connect Dock 4 to the rest of the complex.

Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.

#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.

A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.

This picture typifies the industrial ideal of the early 20th century. More metal than air. More efficiency than beauty. More profits than people.

In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.

Old boathouses near the dock.