The turbine hall sported a beautiful Whiting gantry crane.
A different kind of tree fort.
Filters and fans to draw air into the boilers in the second power plant.
From inside a painting shed, where heatlamps and a vented roof made sure that the Caddy looked like it was worth the price tag.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.