A heavy cloth separates the sanding station from other areas. This particular section seemed to specialize with chair seats, judging by the many unsanded blanks there.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
A classic Eveready, borrowed from Herb’s office.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
Records of dead machines rot on the accounting office floor.
Two bin signs criss-cross in the North Annex.
A big sliding fire door opens onto a train dock.
Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!