Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
A vent sitting at the base of one of the crumbling smokestacks.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
The basements of the barracks were often stone and brick, and many of them were connected by short tunnels.
Old conveyor belts are draped over the sides of the ore chutes to cut down on the noise and wear of the dumping trains.