Since the foundry went cold, I decided to turn down my color temperature… In the background, a chart showing graphite dispersion is one of the few artifacts left on the foundry floor.
Officers got houses and the honor of living near other officers. They call it Officer’s Row.
Only two machines sit on the rails in the roundhouse, both oil cars. It’s not clear whether there’s anything inside either, but they have to have been placed here before 1970, when the turntable outside these numbered doors was removed.
A vent sitting at the base of one of the crumbling smokestacks.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
Jars like these were used to measure the volume of fluid pumped out of TB patients’ lungs.
A typical shower in the old section of the hospital. It looks a little horrifying in the harsh light of a camera flash on the thousands of little white tiles. One soap holder hadn’t been stolen yet.
One of the few artifacts left in the chapel section is this old floor buffing machine.