I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
The top floor of the nitrating house was full of switches and breakers for the operation below, each bearing a label and number. Nowadays everything is printed, but when INAAP was built, all these signs were painted by hand.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
A breeze and broken window has animated one of the few curtains still hanging in Nopeming as of 2015.
A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
In a strange loft next to the brewhouse are these twin kettles, which seem much older than the main kettles in the brewhouse.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.