Max Pressure I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore. Related Similar Images ...based on the tags: black&white, dark, gauges, grimy, peeling-paint, shadows, signs... A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels. These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked. Sarah in Miller Creek Drain. The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window. Safety signs decorated every floor, machine and, yes, door. This message spoke to me for reasons my coworkers will understand; suffice to say, I need to take this message to heart. “Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway. Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter. A typical stretch of the assembly line. One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.