A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
A better view of the belt system that drives all the machinery in the plant.
The lower door is where the rocket exhaust would flow into the blast pit during initial launch. The upper doors would vent the rocket so the erector and other equipment in the building would not be (as) damaged.
In the many-windowed metal building, the lumberyard buildings and the abandoned starch works buildings are separated by a thick wall of pallets.
The final ball mill in the Chain O’ Mines concentrator. Behind it was a bucket of steel balls.
A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.