Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.
She’s a charmer.
The metallic arms of the missile erector, which would stand rockets over the blast pit in the launch position. Medium Format film–cheap but excellent Fomapan 100 in a Pentax 67.
Drawn in fresh concrete about 50 years before I took this picture, and only 2 years after this elevator blew up…
Although most of the buildings were open and empty, a few carried signs.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
The generator hall of the last power station, as seen from the gantryway.