This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.
Where staff could sleep.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
Coded writing on a pillar in one of the assembly buildings.
The underside of the ore dock in winter. Snow drifts across the dock from the frozen lake.
This heavy door opens directly into the missile vault and was used to load and unload the missile erector.