Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.
The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
The historical entrance.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
I like to imagine this as fountain.
There are a few campers parked in the abandoned buildings around the NAD. I am guessing that they were once a more secure place to store such things OR they have always been wide open, and this was a quick and free way to dump unwanted toys.
Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Not ghosts. Slow-moving explorers’ shadows create a ghostly effect in the ‘Old Ward’–the second floor of the Service Building.