Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
The first 800 or so feet of the tunnel is finished with reinforced concrete. The test is raw stone. This is the spot where it switches. Side note: nailing this shot on film is one of my proudest light-painted moments.
In an era where smoking was ubiquitous and sexy, smoking stations had to be a part of the job, even at an explosives factory.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
The sound of water running in the distance.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
Looking from one workhouse at another, with the other residents of Mill Hell falling into place as the distance grows. Across the rail yard you can see Froedert Malt elevator and Calumet.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.