Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!
The classic Solvay shot. Everyone has it.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
One evening I spent an hour lighting tea candles through the tunnels below the elevator. It was a magical transformation.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.
One of the occupied buildings in Nevadaville.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
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.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.