This picture typifies the industrial ideal of the early 20th century. More metal than air. More efficiency than beauty. More profits than people.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
Bricks from the demolished buildings.
There is a cool old air compressor in the corner of the powerhouse.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.
A wide view (15mm) of the shadow 4B is casting on 4A. Light leaks because of cheap camera.
This chair burned in the 2005 arson that gutted this building, which is the oldest on the property.