Easier-to-demolish parts of the power plant were torched apart. Catwalks to nowhere meant lots of dead ends.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
Looking down the Gilman-Belden tram.
Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
Looking through Workhouse A from the top of a silo.
When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.
I never knew that all those elementary school balance bar exercises were for a very serious purpose: not falling to one’s death in the event they uncover lost Chicago history.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.