Looking down the walkway that traces the bottom side of the ore dock.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
Every floor of the main hospital buildings had its own bathrooms. They often make obvious the fact that these buildings were intentionally built as permanent structures. Even a century after they were built, and several decades of total neglect, they were in fabulous condition.
The sun sets in front of a huge concrete building—about four times the size of the power plant. Probably a corn storage bin from an ethanol operation that ran here in the 1980s.
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
The sliding nuclear-blast-hardened door that would shield the missile during an attack.
Watch your head, say the colors. This side of the plant is apparently still standing and is owned by the city.
A caustic tank in one of the unremodeled brewhouse backrooms.