A little cloud passes over the Five-Stack powerplant ruins, like a puff of smoke.
A row of houses north of Pommenige.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
Where equipment was scrapped.
Typical bunk rooms in MS-20.
This is what I believe to be the Masonic Cottage, where infected Freemasons would be treated together and enjoy some simple luxuries because of their social connections. Freemasonry is still popular in North Dakota.
One of my favorite shots from that year, conveyor line parts stacked and hung with Postal Service bins from decades ago.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.