Postcards and snapshots in a high elevator office.
All of the fire alarms had been triggered.
Where the approach meets the dock.
Goals for 1980, still tacked onto the wall.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Coded writing on a pillar in one of the assembly buildings.
A chalkboard halfway to the headhouse is untouched since the mill closed. It still has the cheat sheets!