The last time the city sealed this door, they must have been changing out old road signs.
Aaron by the concentrator.
Inside the west portal is a big liquid propane hand warmer, for workers to take the cold off their gloves as they handled the switches and doors of Cramer Tunnel. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
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.
When block glass shatters, it looks like ice.
The parking lot is in better condition than most of the complex. The left building is the lab.