At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.
A big sign marks where the elevated walkway is severed where Dock 2 used to meet Dock 3, now gone.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
Rows of offices under the power plant, which was in the middle of being demolished during my adventure. Despite the snow, this was meant as an interior.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.