A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.
Approaching the power station and its giant stack. The stack replaced four shorter stacks in the 1960s, helping with pollution in the downtown corridor.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
The fantastic Art Deco portico over the main entrance to the concourse.
Lights over the emergency slides. A veritable overgrown city in the background.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
One of the many blast doors. Note the plunger to seal off the airflow in the event of an attack or accidental explosion.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.