My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
Safety signs decorated every floor, machine and, yes, door. This message spoke to me for reasons my coworkers will understand; suffice to say, I need to take this message to heart.
No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Looking toward the Quenching Tower from the coal tower platform.
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.