The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
The powerplant and its dedicated water tower supplied steam for heating and mechanical work.
The truck scale is closed at Lena, MB.
This old Jetta did more offroading than your average lifted tinted loud-exhaust pickup.
The company headquarters. Abandoned last time I drove past it, though it is the classiest building in downtown South Bend.
Near the guard post protecting the launch pad at the Duluth BOMARC is an orange windsock.
One night, I camped behind the sugar mill. You can tell be the clouds that a cold front was moving out—it was a hot day.