The aft lifeboat survived auction, although now all it holds is an emergency ladder to help men who’ve fallen overboard get on deck.
In the middle of the foundry, an office is untouched by scrappers, legal and not. Inside, warnings and catalogs for machines that are gone, obsolete, and melted down.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
Miscellaneous math and strange instructions remain all across the shipment section walls. Sadly, this section likely fell into disrepair before the others.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
On my first self-guided tour, the calculator was caught my eye because it was one of the few things left behind in the laboratories that filled the second floor. On my next trip, it had been smashed to pieces.
What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.