There were bins with hundreds of spools in them in the basement.
Christmas lights from the time Island Station was an art studio lean against a rusty boiler.
In case of fire, workers on higher floors would take the emergency slides to escape.
In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.
The left cave is the largest of the three, and shows the most evidence of expansion.
From an unsteady perch atop the blast furnace, the morning light began to leach into the complex below.
Partier graffiti dates to when the caves were last open to the public; probably in the 1990s. This tunnel used to horseshoe between the brewery’s ice chute (left) and basement door (right, backfilled). Note the utility tunnel in the upper-right corner as well as the lighting brackets on the ceiling.
Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.
Above the offices is this little section of factory that still has strips of wood flooring. This may be where the upholstery was cut.