One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
This volume gauge could be read from 30 feet away, which is useful when the control panels and valves are that far away.
Looking into the Argo Tunnel at its Idaho Springs portal. I was hoping to see tracks and a steel door, but found a busy crew of environmental workers installing a pipe between the bulkhead and new water plant.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Asbestos rope isn’t something you can buy at Home Depot anymore, but it’s fire and heat resistant stuff; great for industrial work, like in a sugar mill.
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.
The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
The only door into a large windowless concrete room, probably a storage bin. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
Connecting the Administration Building to the wards fanning out. Historical photos show cots lining this hallway when the hospital was severely overcrowded. Lit by lightning outside the grounds during a huge thunderstorm.