One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.
A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
Since the foundry went cold, I decided to turn down my color temperature… In the background, a chart showing graphite dispersion is one of the few artifacts left on the foundry floor.
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.
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
Not ghosts. Slow-moving explorers’ shadows create a ghostly effect in the ‘Old Ward’–the second floor of the Service Building.
I never knew that all those elementary school balance bar exercises were for a very serious purpose: not falling to one’s death in the event they uncover lost Chicago history.