Puddle of Sky

I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.

We can lie like sinners Breathe the air like children And you could lead and I could follow All those times are gone “Duluth” by Trampled by Turtles

Cobble streets wrap around the inside of the fort.

Both portals get clogged with ice in the winter. In the summer, the ceiling is always dripping. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400

One of the machines left over in the underground magnetic separation plant.

Chester Creek’s lower sections change, demarking decades of change for Superior Street.

This building would store and maintain warheads. It was right next to the launch pad, but the two were separated by a high mound.

Looking toward Old Taylor Distillery from the roof of Old Crow.

The copula where molten metal would pour is on the left. It seems the whole floor was covered in ash in front of it.