I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
Inside the towering offices, Firestone-colored staircases connect senseless rows of wood-paneled offices.
A set of air intakes and exhaust pipes over the buried communications and control equipment rooms.
The hospital featured a farm that once helped to sustain it. This is one of the few remaining signs of those years, near the Nurse’s Cottage.
The blast pit carried the smoke and flame from the rocket motor away from the other base buildings.
35mm Film, Expired. An abandoned swath of NAD is landlocked by soybean fields.