In the basement were all the valves to control the flow of municipal steam through the building. This hasty hand letting was beside one such valve, near a carved brick with a name and ‘1934’ under it.
Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.
When it became “Hyde Park Hospital”, this portico was added onto the front.
Looking up the tallest structure left at ACME.
One of my favorite signs. I imagine something like this happened when it was put up: “Wow, that’s a big sign.” “Yeah, you’re going to be putting it up in the elevator at the service door.” “Have you thought of may locking the door?” “What?” “You know, lock it so that there’s no risk, sign aside, of us going through and falling to our death.” “Shut up and just install the damn sign.”
Candy jar molds, in the far corner of the paint shop.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.
Before each warhead was crated, it was inspected.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.