Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
Who knew that wallpaper could stick to dirt so well?
Was the last job of this hook to lift the remaining equipment out of the hoist hall? The control boards, giant electric motors and transformers?
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.
The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
The many levels of catwalks make for a place where you can look from the ground floor to the roof, about 4 stories up.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.