Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Trees like masks.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
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.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.