The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7. The office (first floor), laboratory (second floor) and mill behind it. Everything was clean and pristine.
A look down the 1950s foundry building, moments after sunset.
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…
An unplanned skylight. It’s unclear why some parts of the building had wooden roofing, while others were highly reinforced with brick.
The main street of the ghost town is also the maintenance road for the BNSF line that bisects Colmor.
Grain is taken from the bottom of the silos through a conveyor in a tunnel. These blowers keep the air in the tunnel fresh.
A US Army Corps of Engineers tug, tied at the end of the pier before the American Victory was parked here.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.