A clicky-flippy clock is having some kind of malfunction.
Pipe fittings in little drawers, lit by tea lights.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
He had the knees of a stallion. RIP.
Part of an ongoing series on found American flags in shuttered factories.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
These houses were built for the use of the lighthouse keepers in 1913 (left) and 1916 (right). The second house was added when the entry added a fourth light and required a second rotation. Today, there are no unbroken windows in either building.