Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
The top of the giant arched windows facing the Mississippi and the swing bridge.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
A dead belt-o-vator.
Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.
Looking through Workhouse A from the top of a silo.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.