The green-tinted skylight makes this a bright green corridor, the lower of the two skyways connecting the two workhouses.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
Many of the higher floors were more or less demolished–usually more. These would have been condos had ‘The Arcade’ project come to fruition. Now there are simply wide open floors punctuated only by pillars and meaningless hallways.
Easier-to-demolish parts of the power plant were torched apart. Catwalks to nowhere meant lots of dead ends.
A photo from my first trip, although very little has changed in this area of the building except for the level of graffiti. I love skylights, don’t you?
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.