Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
A dead belt-o-vator.
Thick glass windows allow workers to check the beet juice levels in this steel tank. You can tell by the reinforcement that it had a lot of liquid and had to hold against immense pressure. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7.
Part of a furnace control panel.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.
One of the only modern features aboard was its bow and stern thrusters, which would have helped the Ford a lot, if it was not for the fact that without a working engine, forward motion was impossible. Strangely, even before it was scrapped, it could probably move side to side.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.