Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
A huge steel tank, one of several left over, left over from either the Ashland Oil or Allied Chemical periods.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
Pozo Mine, the most menacing mine building I’ve ever seen. Black and white film, shot with the Fuji GX680, a beast of a camera.
I love when moss grows indoors… one of the little pleasures of exploring abandonments.
The classic Solvay shot. Everyone has it.
Disabled forklift… I think it’s a Clark.
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