This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
A clicky-flippy clock is having some kind of malfunction.
The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
Sharks in the floor.
Shoes and booze, backstage.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
One of two control towers that reached over the lake. The control panel here was used to move the conveyors over the ship’s hold doors, adjust flow of the taconite, and so on.