Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
Those able to work would be compelled to help fix up the facility, grow, harvest, and prepare food for fellow ‘inmates’, or work on vocational skills.
The taller of the two smokestacks on site. Note the crack around its crown.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
Here, you can see the edge of the foundation of the 19th century roundhouse.
The left tunnel goes to the opposite side of the car elevator seen on the right. There was a time when Fords were shipped by barge on the Mississippi. This freight elevator brought them from the assembly floor to river level. A separate elevator was for moving men and silica up and down.
Now, to add a human scale.
This office, as seen from the power plant, administered the bonded warehouses. There used to be a few more of them, according to old maps and postcards.