The upper sections of Brewery Creek have stone floors and brick ceilings. It’s beautiful–for a sewer.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Street lights and pavement are some of the obvious signs a town used to be here.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?
A walk-up service window on the side of an administration building of some sort. I have a feeling the buildings were color coded.
Looking up to the second floor of the Nitrating House, where cotton would be soaked in nitric acid. These brought cotton into the building.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been getting reports that several Yellow Helicopters have been seen hovering above town. We are all aware of the Black Helicopters, which are World Government, and Blue Helicopters, which are Secret Police, and the Helicopters with Detailed Murals of Diving Birds of Prey, which are the helicopters that took all the children in Night Vale away a few months ago (we still don’t know what those helicopters are but they did bring all the children back unharmed, and much more well-behaved than before, so they are deemed just as safe as the other helicopters) but these new Yellow Helicopters, no one quite knows.” – Welcome to Night Vale, Ep. 32
The control room floats above the top of the dock atop a spiral staircase.
The only light in the ‘coffin’ of the Atlas E is that which leaks through the exhaust vents.