Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.
The “Inner-Urban Jawbreaker,” a one-of-a-kind, salty-but-sweet remnant of a bygone heavy-industrial period in this area’s history. A time when the walls were whole and the floors were clean, in other words, a time when people made things other than photographs inside the never ending corridors and factory floors.
One of the old cooperage buildings is largely unchanged from when it was built. The raised section of the building houses a crane.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.
The exterior of the factory is unassuming
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
A custom ladder to cross conveyor belts on the work floor.
Two signatures complement this gorgeous hand-painted sign. ‘Bowers’ from 1987 and ‘Normal’ from 1982. The blocking on the letters is still visible!
On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.