This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
A broken-down wooden grain chute.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
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.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
The two antennae are retracted–the position they would be in if the base was under attack.
Inside the MLK High School chemistry laboratory.
Although the floors are pretty warped, I can’t imagine one could do many tricks off of them.