The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
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On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
At this junction where Brewery Creek gets a breath of fresh air stands a kid holding a paintbrush: a Banksy (famous graffiti artist) ripoff.
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
The end of the dock disappears in the fog.
A classic Eveready, borrowed from Herb’s office.
For reasons unknown, this building’s concrete was designed a little thinly. It reminds me of a Chicago, IL building constructed during WWI when concrete and steel were strictly rationed and many buildings went up with insufficient superstructures. I do not have a build date for this one yet.