From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
Ammunition had to be tested on site before shipment. That was done here. These heavy concrete bunkers deflected rounds harmlessly into the earth.
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
The porch of the Gustavson House with the southern San Juan range in the background. Bring your own rocking chair…
A single cloud makes its way to Buffington Harbor and Lake Michigan from the quiet backroads of the plant.
At first glance, I thought the center building was a hoist house because of the shape of the window. Now I think this was built as a warehouse and later used as a laboratory.
The complex was so big that trains could make deliveries through the middle of it, passing below this striped skyway.
In the distance, a semi truck kicks up fresh rain from the highway. As seen from the top of the steel blast door.