The fresh snow makes the whole complex look a lot cleaner than it actually is.
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
This sign was important when trains ran the length of the elevator.
The coal water power plant stack accompanied the smell of an arson.
Looking out from a hallway on the third floor where a ceiling and roof should be. I could not stand in the room, as the floor had collapsed into the basement, but I could put my camera out at arm’s length and fire a few pictures upward, which is how I came away with this image!
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
Approaching the tunnel I heard about for so long…
A teeter totter sits in front of the Memorial Building.