Looking at the entrance of the powerplant from its lowest catwalk.
One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.
A broken signal light that would indicate to incoming engineers and brakemen the status of the dock deck. The streetlight-style lighting is a retrofit; originally the top of the dock would be lit by strings of lights suspended by towers on each side of the deck… a poor system according to the workers at Allouez who had the same lights.
Local kids probably call this the ‘Shootin’ Shack’, judging by its war wounds.
A rail maintenance building. I liked the color of the tree against the peeling red paint.
A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.