When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
Broken skyways in the sand casting house, where everything was utterly fire-resistant.
Atop Elevator ‘M’, formerly Cargill ‘O’.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Why the elevator cars were removed or who removed them is unclear to me, but I do hope they still exist somewhere outside of a Honda frame. Judging from the decorations heaped on the doors and their frames, the cars themselves must have been beautiful.