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.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
A single metal emergency slide rusts away at sunrise.
The second floor of one of the houses is done in bright blue. This building has since been severely vandalized.
A typical hallway in the rocket assembly line.
The hoist room, before it was used for storage.
In most places, it may seem off for there to be a tunnel door on the top floor of a building, but Ford was that kind of place. This door from the steam plant led into a skyway and tunnel that connected to the main assembly floor.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.