The two antennae are retracted–the position they would be in if the base was under attack.
It will be a good harvest.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
The offices, cleared out pending fire inspection. Now it’s full of stuff again.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
A diesel engine on display at Deer Lodge, circa 1961.
Castle, Montana is a ghost town. Almost no signs remain that it was a mining town.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
A common room with a big bay window that overlooked the main entrance of the hospital.