My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
When block glass shatters, it looks like ice.
I like the fading stencil paint.
Elevator B, used by a local farmer, stands behind an old farm truck at the edge of town.
A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.
Before each warhead was crated, it was inspected.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.