1950s safety posters about static and proper footware hide in remote offices, where the curious haven’t stolen them… yet.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
I get dirty.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Pillars among trees… those who inherit the earth will be so confused.
This building was responsible for storing and drying the barrels. Compare right.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
A number of skyways carried the production line across roads and railroad tracks in and around the plant. An identical skyway to this one was cut off sometime in the past decade (judging by the rust), probably for its steel.