Looking through a launcher doorway at an outbuilding… the fire truck garage, if I recall correctly. Fomapan medium format in Pentax 67.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.
Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.
Catwalk crating, welded over the yard crane operator cab’s windows.
The screen and mineral stained window cross-processed the sky.
The turned rail was to prevent runaway cars from going over the end of the dock and into the lake.
The lower door is where the rocket exhaust would flow into the blast pit during initial launch. The upper doors would vent the rocket so the erector and other equipment in the building would not be (as) damaged.
A walk-up service window on the side of an administration building of some sort. I have a feeling the buildings were color coded.