A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.
The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.
2005. Flavored beers are still popular. The flavor concentrates were stored in this bank of fridges.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Mushroom pillars hold up the dreams of so many, the profits of so few.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.