A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
Even with a hundred people parked in front of the lakeside relic, it was invisible.
These wide spools sit atop the abandoned tracks that lead to the train shed, which was later repurposed into a truck shed.
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 never knew that all those elementary school balance bar exercises were for a very serious purpose: not falling to one’s death in the event they uncover lost Chicago history.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.