A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
The alley-mounted fire escape is long gone, but lamps over the bricked-up windows and a dark outline show how it zig zagged.
Under the monster and its teeth.
Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
So much relies on one thing stacked on top of another thing.
A custom ladder to cross conveyor belts on the work floor.
One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.
The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.