One of thousands in the complex. Part of a series of photographs where I capture the number “13” in industrial settings.
A small wood-paneled office for the on-duty keeper to use.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
This is a room where the actual explosive elements were mixed. In the event of an accident, this glass wall would give way before the concrete and thus direct the flames and shockwave away from the rest of the building. In other words, the glass is not just to get a lot of wonderful natural light into the building.
The chapel (left) and surgical suite (straight on) move in an out of view as fog rolls up from the St. Louis River valley.
Unit 4’s lower levels.
Standing where the Standard Oil’s boiler used to sit; the coal room is on the right, and would have been filled from trackside.