If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
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The guard shack protecting the Nike launch pad.
The the left, the nitrating line in War City. To the right, War City’s sole suburb, Charlestown, IN.
It was interesting that, even though storms had carried the wooden walkway that stretched under the dock, these piles of spilled taconite remain where they had dropped.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
The woman in the wall has the bed; is pulling it in; is holding you down…
These ruins of buildings recovered acid from the explosives line to be recycled.
A single cloud makes its way to Buffington Harbor and Lake Michigan from the quiet backroads of the plant.
Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.
The “Bentleyville” Christmas tree, part of a winter light show, in storage.