One evening I spent an hour lighting tea candles through the tunnels below the elevator. It was a magical transformation.
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.
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
The screen and mineral stained window cross-processed the sky.
A tunnel that brought heat from the power plant to the Hart House. Since that building was demolished, this only served as a fallout shelter. To my knowledge, this was never used to move bodies to the incinerator. That was probably done with a vehicle and the lower entrance to the power station, which did dispose of TB victims for some time.
The giant radiators in this casting shop look like a flag to me.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.