The Cross of Loraine served as the international symbol of tuberculosis; it was traditional to find these on sanatorium smokestacks like this, which was part of the old steam plant, behind the Refractory.
Looking up the Dominion Elevator’s tower. I especially like this picture because it shows how so much of the electrical conduits wound round through the mostly hollow space.
Standing on the ruins of the former sister dock, looking back at the soon-to-be-demolished family member. The pilings I stood on for the shot were those of the Chicago and North Western RR #3 which was dismantled in 1960 and used to be 2,040-feet long.
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
Thanks to the demolition (I’ll never say that again), the inner structure of the bins are revealed. So much wood!
Platforms and abandoned outbuildings, as seen in 2005.
The quenching water was reused over and over.
The back of the castle is barely visible through the trees that have grown thick around the walls, making it look so much older.