This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
The bottom area of the smokestacks house storage spaces. The windows of these rooms that were never completed line up perfect.
A colorful makeshift wall.
The old mill (right) and power plant (left) with the new mill behind them.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.