The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time.
The “Inner-Urban Jawbreaker,” a one-of-a-kind, salty-but-sweet remnant of a bygone heavy-industrial period in this area’s history. A time when the walls were whole and the floors were clean, in other words, a time when people made things other than photographs inside the never ending corridors and factory floors.
A volcano (?) under a window.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
Inside the main entrance to the depot. Through the ‘To Station’ door, you can see some of the news stands. Look at the floor!
A small machine shop level.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.