A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
The pockmarked concrete sign of Substation #2 over the control room that faces the highway.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
A bumper sticker with the usual tagline. Note the detail on the radiator!
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
Two roads; the left one you can walk down, but you have to answer questions when people ask. The right one–you don’t want to be found on that one.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.