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.
The left tunnel goes to the opposite side of the car elevator seen on the right. There was a time when Fords were shipped by barge on the Mississippi. This freight elevator brought them from the assembly floor to river level. A separate elevator was for moving men and silica up and down.
A storm passes over BOMARC’s center row of launch buildings. You can clearly see the tracks on which the roof would retract for launch.
The projector booth, above the balcony in the auditorium.
The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time.
A polaroid (FP100c, actually) of the newer grain car dumper.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.
The old truck scale sits in the middle of what was Nettleton Avenue Slip.
Furnace #6; its catwalk and tapway. Note the lever-operated gutter-blockers.
Below the factory floor is a network of hallways and tunnels, all flooded with water.