Peering out of the porthole of the light tower, I saw the shadow of the station on the lake.
North of the assembly complex is a storage network of earthen and concrete bunkers.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Frankie and Quarantine pictured.
A photo from the early 2000s before the conveyors were scrapped.
The crane on Dock 2, as seen from Dock 4 right after sunset. Notice the old light tower is warped.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.