Watching the sun set behind downtown Detroit is my favorite memory from the building.
A vent sitting at the base of one of the crumbling smokestacks.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Identical warehouses seem a little newer than the rest of the plant. I suspect these were added in the mid-1950s for the Korean War, during which about 200 buildings were added to the complex.
The power gauge showed… broken.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
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.
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
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.