One of the generators, weeks before it was taken apart to be shipped to another power plant somewhere else.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.
A scrapped steam turbine, perhaps. In the background you can see a gutted casing for another turbine.
The generator hall of the last power station, as seen from the gantryway.
Part of the Pillsbury tunnel that brought water back to the Mississippi River.
Where walls were redacted, plastic sheets rose to isolate the asbestos abatement sections from the steam turbines, awaiting their disassembly.
The end of one of the scrapped turbines. Judging by the aborted attempt at cutting it in half, the scrappers had some trouble with this one.