On my first self-guided tour, the calculator was caught my eye because it was one of the few things left behind in the laboratories that filled the second floor. On my next trip, it had been smashed to pieces.
Lessons from the day.
The floor IS the machine…
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.
Part of a series I am shooting of patriotic Americana left in abandoned factories.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
Ammunition had to be tested on site before shipment. That was done here. These heavy concrete bunkers deflected rounds harmlessly into the earth.