Sailor Graffiti I

I found a historical photo of this room showing 10-foot high machines with wires hanging by the mile from looms and schematic charts.

Outbuildings near the perimeter fence. Beyond is all ranch land.

These pools looked into the cribbing below the concrete.

Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.

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.

The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.

An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.

Only two machines sit on the rails in the roundhouse, both oil cars. It’s not clear whether there’s anything inside either, but they have to have been placed here before 1970, when the turntable outside these numbered doors was removed.

Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.