This building cleaned the barrels that transported ingredients through the plant.
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.
The license plate reads “Farm Truck”.
A big door into the fire pump room.
A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.
One of the generators, weeks before it was taken apart to be shipped to another power plant somewhere else.
The aft lifeboat survived auction, although now all it holds is an emergency ladder to help men who’ve fallen overboard get on deck.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.