Although the floors are pretty warped, I can’t imagine one could do many tricks off of them.
I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.
A basement classroom, its chalkboards long gone, overlooks the playground.
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
A score keeping chalkboard underground in the armory’s firing range.
A chalkboard that hasn’t been changed in my lifetime. Not something I expected to find in this engine room closet.
On the left, the formula for the sintering mix was written (“mischungszusammenselzung”) to keep track of the jobs.
Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.
A chalkboard halfway to the headhouse is untouched since the mill closed. It still has the cheat sheets!
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
A shipment board for customers that may or may not exist anymore. Let’s assume any of the products made here are probably on backorder.
The layout of the bins in an elevator office.
Lessons from the day.
A snapshot of the most preserved classroom in the orphanage.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
A whiteboard in the quiet turbine room lays it all out… you should sell.
In the corner of most of the factory floors, freight elevators flanked restrooms to leave more central space for machines and their masters.