The concrete walls, heavy steel blast doors, and plastic roof tell me that this was one of the shell loading buildings.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
Approaching the power station and its giant stack. The stack replaced four shorter stacks in the 1960s, helping with pollution in the downtown corridor.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
This was the exterior wall of the roundhouse; engines would have entered on the other side and machinery would line this side, hence the big windows for natural light.
The copula stacks were fitted with scrubbers. Making metal is a very polluting activity.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
Facade of tarps and fences on the old house. It used to have a bronze ornament on the second floor patio, but it was taken for scrap years ago.