These stairs connected some small main-level offices with one of the main sewing rooms above. Because the roof on this building was strong, it was pretty well preserved–look at those colors. Through the open fire door on the left, though, you can see that the roof has given out.
The two antennae are retracted–the position they would be in if the base was under attack.
The copula where molten metal would pour is on the left. It seems the whole floor was covered in ash in front of it.
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
After a little rain, the roof took on the color of the bright pink letters.
The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
The top of Dock 4 was too dangerous to explore, but this panorama gives you an idea of the view (and how rotten the wood was).
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.