I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
Bits of pulp hang from a rough grate on the first floor of the plant, which was dark because all of the equipment blocked the light. This is a grate picture.
The tops of the coke stoves.
Looking up from the industrial courtyard.
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
A mid-line polishing booth. It was fun to see the thousands of lasers and other sensors that guided the robotic arms and tools around the bodies as they passed. Note the red/green stop/go lights in the distance.
The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
When I wasn’t paying enough attention on the rotten balcony, I accidentally put my foot through a rotten floorboard. I snapped a picture to remember the moment.
A warning sticker on the interior of a dredge once tied to the old dock.