Tornadic fronts duel over the retired missile launcher.
Typical New Mexico ranch fencing. The power lines follow the rails between Springer and Wagon Mound.
The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
This is the building with the water tower on top, full of Barcol stuff that did not sell at auction and not worth the trouble to scrap.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
This heavy door opens directly into the missile vault and was used to load and unload the missile erector.
The sun sets in front of a huge concrete building—about four times the size of the power plant. Probably a corn storage bin from an ethanol operation that ran here in the 1980s.
Either the company was pulling parts from this evaporator to use as parts for other plants, or the last thing the workers did was to get this machine ready for the next campaign. Either way, plans changed.