Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.
A bathroom in the rear of the ballroom that overlooks the Rose Garden.
The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
Looking down into the lunch building of an Atlas D, near the motors for the retractable roof. In this design, the roof separates to allow the missile to be erected into launch position.