One of the hundreds of wells across the depot, as seen through an open rail door. In the distance, the radome.
The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.
Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
From inside a painting shed, where heatlamps and a vented roof made sure that the Caddy looked like it was worth the price tag.
The control room was used through the mid-1990s as the plant was used to stabilize the power grid.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
Beautiful belt wheels above the grain cribs. Getting to the spot where this was taken is now impossible, and I don’t know whether these remain or not anymore.
On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.