Dora, the pagan god of urban explorers, stood little chance off Alfred Street.
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One leg of the headframe meets the hoist house. Two cranes are rusted in place.
Looking down into the lunch building of an Atlas D, near the motors for the retractable roof. In this design, the roof separates to allow the missile to be erected into launch position.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
I love the ghost sign across these two elevators, originally built as Superior Elevator. It’s looking pretty rough.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
Next to the pit in the maintenance shop is “The Wall”… where rail workers wrote about interesting happenings at Shoreham.
An unplanned skylight. It’s unclear why some parts of the building had wooden roofing, while others were highly reinforced with brick.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.