And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
The front door to the auditorium.
Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
If there were no other options, operators could climb this ladder from the Communications Room to the surface, after opening two heavy steel hatches, of course.
The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
One of my favorite visual feature of grain elevators, especially big ones, is how they repeat.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
These aluminum powder kegs were forgotten in storage.