Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
It’s pretty unusual to find a fireplace like this in the midst of a factory.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
Behind the grand staircase is this beautifully preserved hallway with medieval-style arches and vivid paint.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.
Demolition crews got a taste of this 5-story power plant and decided to take a month-long smoke break. Here’s the bite.