Sometime soon, maybe in early 2016, someone will have this view from their office or condo.
It’s a small world… look at it.
A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.
“What’s that diamond thingy on the Pilot House?” you ask? It’s a 1920s-era radio transmission direction finder, a pre-radar navigation aid. Lit with diffused flash.
Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
Sarah in Miller Creek Drain.
Looking out from a hallway on the third floor where a ceiling and roof should be. I could not stand in the room, as the floor had collapsed into the basement, but I could put my camera out at arm’s length and fire a few pictures upward, which is how I came away with this image!