The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
Island Station, in the middle of the power house, in the middle of a thunder storm. Flapping pipe covers and sheets of ran penetrating one massive arched window and blasting through the other, as winds power through the building from the Mississippi. The sound of the thunder made every length of steel squeak under the pressure.
Just across the North Dakota border, a rusty Milwaukee Road boxcar sits where it was shoved off the mainline. The grain elevator in the background marks the tracks, which is still used by BNSF.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. Looking out the window a the foundations of the demolished company homes.
A gateway for St. Louis as seen through a gateway (of sorts) in East St. Louis.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
The missiles were stored without fuel, to help prevent mishaps. This is the fuel pumping building and one of the tanks.