There are much better pictures of this station on the web.
When I was inside in 1998, I didn't have a camera with me. My 3 companions did, since they were all photographers. I'm a poet. I had a pad and pen. Maybe some time I'll feel comfortable posting my resulting poem here. One of my friends did photograph me inside, twice. The one you couldn't tell was me became my second book cover.
We climbed all the way to the roof, which was very cool. They've tightened security since then. At this particular visit, I think in 2006, we didn't feel like even trying to go in, since we'd done that before. I had my point & shoot digital camera, and this is one of the few pics I took.
Later, I found out my great-grandfather was one of the carpenters who built this Beaux-Arts building in 1918. So there's my Detroit pedigree. ;)
BTW, it was never finished - the top floor or two are unfinished inside, because they never ended up being used. This station was built, intentionally, outside the downtown area, with the intention of being a magnet for businesses and other stuff. It's not far from where the old Tiger Stadium used to stand, on "the corner of Michigan and Trumbell." Because the Depression hit, not much ended up following the train station out there, and then in the 50s, when the city sold off its street cars to Mexico, public transit to the train station was nearly non-existent. Interesting places in the general vicinity: the Gaelic League, for all things Irish (you can take Irish language & step classes there, buy imported goods, see concerts like Black 47 and local Celtic bands, and drink lots and lots of alcohol), and the Zeitgeist theatre, which is actually a small, avant-garde theatre, a small, avant-garde art gallery, and small bar combined (in 3 separate spaces of the building). And, of course, the station itself. It's also midway between downtown and Mexicantown, and essentially in Corktown. Not far away, you can hop on the bridge to Canada.
There's an artist named Shane Gorski, I don't know him or her (Shane could be a girl's name, right?), who has some absolutely fantastic photos of this building, inside and out, on the web. Google it. You won't regret it.
This most famous ruin of Detroit is owned by the guy who owns the international Ambassador Bridge. Yep. I'll refrain from giving his name, or my impressions of him from the one time we briefly met.