I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
All electrical rooms were surrounded by walls, for obvious reasons. Now all the walls are gone, for reasons less obvious.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.