The command building and a coolant tank. In the distance, rain and hail pound Wyoming dirt.
A buck-fifty shot for a postcard stand. Taken from the Stone Arch Bridge.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Knowing that a tornado just passed nearby is less distressing when you’re surrounded by nuclear-attack-hardened buildings.
I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
In the corner of the former school grounds…
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
Pillars among trees… those who inherit the earth will be so confused.