A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
The newer tunnels were fitted with these fluorescent lights, although some skylights (block glass embedded in skywalks) let in some natural light during the day.
The light towers of Allouez seem romantic compared to the street lights atop Dock 5.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
There big filters helped the mill sort through the flour, for additional milling, for example.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
The building collapsed except for the back room. The slats of the roof cast lines of light across the floor.