Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
These aluminum powder kegs were forgotten in storage.
The snowflake (?) patterns were hand-laid throughout the hospital. It is possible some or all of these tiles were laid by patients, as it is on record that they were used for simple tasks in the name of occupational therapy.
Before each warhead was crated, it was inspected.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
Shadows of the rusty trestle and cold control towers on the Barker. Workers are preparing to swing over the sides of the boat to help secure her to the Minnesota Power dock.
The fences helped discourage patients from throwing themselves down the stairs.
The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.