This gives a sense of the scale and the water damage of the old side (brick, rather than concrete) of the roundhouse.
My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness.
The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
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.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
Hiking into the ghost town with enough gear to live there for a few days, if we wanted.
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.