Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
This heavy door opens directly into the missile vault and was used to load and unload the missile erector.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.
Often the quickest way to move between buildings was to take the roof. The inside of the complex was so maze-like, I don’t know how I would have found my way around.
Science Alert. When the sun strikes an object, that object absorbs some of the infared light in the form of heat. The heat absorbed by the old Soo dock absorbed and radiated that energy to melt off the snow from the ice around it, making it very reflective.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
Ruined cars abandoned in the generator hall, long after its namesake was scrapped.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.