The newer tunnels were fitted with these fluorescent lights, although some skylights (block glass embedded in skywalks) let in some natural light during the day.
A detailed look at the side of one of the thousands of transformer boxes in the war city.
A whiteboard in the quiet turbine room lays it all out… you should sell.
A sign of where man met machine.
These tubes would bring cement to the top of the plant for storage in the silos.
Local kids probably call this the ‘Shootin’ Shack’, judging by its war wounds.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
The top floor of the nitrating house was full of switches and breakers for the operation below, each bearing a label and number. Nowadays everything is printed, but when INAAP was built, all these signs were painted by hand.