The coal water power plant stack accompanied the smell of an arson.
This building is now being used to grow fish.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
Whoever did this: good job. You get it.
Only two machines sit on the rails in the roundhouse, both oil cars. It’s not clear whether there’s anything inside either, but they have to have been placed here before 1970, when the turntable outside these numbered doors was removed.
Employee lockers near the stage, Service Building.
The old movie theatre sign was sitting right inside the sealed front doors.
A panorama next to a long abandoned adit. The tram has seen better days.