A passing cloud almost looks like a puff of smoke from the trimmed smokestack of Consolidated D. In the lower corner you can see a little Stonehenge that someone with a sense of humor and heavy equipment built.
The license plate reads “Farm Truck”.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
I can confirm the existence of the long-rumored Federal Rectangle Research Institute labs.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
In the modern control room at the base of the white elevator tower are the electronics that ran the newer building, its rail components and boat-loading component. The superstructure permeates all spaces here, as can be seen with the crossing I-beams in the main office.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
Note the severed skyway–that led to a set of grain elevators that have since been demolished.