Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
I found a historical photo of this room showing 10-foot high machines with wires hanging by the mile from looms and schematic charts.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.
She’s a charmer.
Two bin signs criss-cross in the North Annex.
Looking into the tunnel system from below the Women’s Ward. The tunnels were used mostly by staff to move food and laundry.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise