Candy Jar Molds

I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.

Looking out of the wavy stock shop.

Without proper pressure, the steering engine was ineffective.

After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.

A warning sticker on the interior of a dredge once tied to the old dock.

Gaskets still organized on nails beside the power plant. This used to be a maintenance room, but since its roof and walls were torn down, it’s not any kind of room.

The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.

This building looked like some sort of office.

A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.