Silverton’s elevator, pictured here, is still active.
One of two projectors, still set to run old 3D flicks.
A calendar and comic strip decorate the current pattern shelf in the building which was a coffin factory.
Not ghosts. Slow-moving explorers’ shadows create a ghostly effect in the ‘Old Ward’–the second floor of the Service Building.
Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.
The sterile room where yeast was grown for the fermentation process. Thanks much, my little alcohol-excreting buddies.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
A 24-hour clock that reeks of the 1970s. A ladder stenciled “LTV”–the failed steel company that built this dock. There is more, if you look closer.
Light-painted to show off the beautiful radar equipment inside and Park Point across the bay.