While visiting Bandon, Oregon, I had an opportunity to photograph the abandoned remnants of a once thriving meat packing plant. This was the room where customers placed their orders. Today, a jumble of abandoned furnishings and ancient suitcases takes precedence over steaks and roasts. Each object adds to the history of a failed business. This image invites viewers into that history, asking them to observe, think, and wonder. A documentary photograph such as this one takes a fascinating inventory of past and present. What once was an orderly room is now dysfunctional. The image acquires much of its meaning from the menu of products that still fills the far wall. It speaks to us of slaughtering, purchasing, and eating. Today this room, like the rest of this plant, is a melancholy sight. Years after the last loin has been carved, and the last pig slaughtered, all that is left remains suspended in time. I offer this image as a corporate epitaph – a memorial to a business, which, like so many others in our times, has crumbled and vanished.