The American Victory next to M, seen late at night.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
What time is it?
In a protected wing of a launcher are these empty server racks where guidance and control computers were stored.
A sort of blender in a powder line building. The top vent had been removed, so leaves and light fall onto the teeth now.
A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
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.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.
Away from the rest of the plant–as if forgotten, or hiding–is this little stamp press. Yes, this is little by press standards.