The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
A little cloud passes over the Five-Stack powerplant ruins, like a puff of smoke.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
A filter to separate the sliced beets from boiling water.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
Sprouts of life in center of a smashed glass block.