The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.
The former BESCO building in the last light of day.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
The front of the power plant (right), the distillery itself (center), and the regaling house (left).
A warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
Not necessarily a children’s room.
In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.