Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
Wide stairs between the ground, the mine shaft, and the dry house.
We people are so small.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.