Farewell, Locust Point--Part Next

Domino Sugars bulk storage, February, dusk

There was always an industrial hum and whir around this building. Fans, up at the prow, to keep the sugar cool and dry, combined their sound with the throb of the factory a little closer to the water--you can see its stack rising behind. There was never anyone around here, a very lonely and dry place: weeds, empty asphalt, train tracks through gray gravel. Those streetlights, shining, on nothing in particular, I suppose for security purposes.