Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
Gulls check in on me while I climb around the roof of one of the train shds of SWP #4. FP-100C.
Robotic pincers to move molten rods of glass between machines.
A few from atop the steam gauges along the western wall. The turbines were scrapped quickly after the plant closed, it seemed.
Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
A pink room with very heavy doors that reminds me of the rooms at some of the insane asylums that I’ve explored.
A scrapped steam turbine, perhaps. In the background you can see a gutted casing for another turbine.
The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.