These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
Workers would undoubtedly prefer to use the belt manlift on the right.
The bottom of the elevator which seemed too modern for the building. The top of the elevator opens into open air, as the second floor has long since collapsed.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.
Scrappers infamously gutted the factory, but this one green conduit going from the sintering floor all the way to ground level seems to have been spared.
Looking toward the Female Infirmary Ward from the long, glass, Conservatory hallway.
Island Station, in the middle of the power house, in the middle of a thunder storm. Flapping pipe covers and sheets of ran penetrating one massive arched window and blasting through the other, as winds power through the building from the Mississippi. The sound of the thunder made every length of steel squeak under the pressure.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.