Taken from the most forward part of the windlass room to show how the front of the ship opens up from the front wedge. Note the giant anchor chains and foam strapped to the frontmost beam.
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.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
One of the underground creeks in Duluth, somewhere under the East Hillside neighborhood.
A bumper sticker with the usual tagline. Note the detail on the radiator!
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
Water at the bottom of the silo was perfectly clear.
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.