Sliding fireproof doors and an old hydrant at Harlowton’s old yards.
Not much to the catwalks.
The underwater superstructure of the dock was visible through these big holes.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
Looking at the last wall of the hotel from the banks of the river.
He had the knees of a stallion. RIP.
Even with a hundred people parked in front of the lakeside relic, it was invisible.
One of the last times I saw the skyway standing. ADM’s Meal Elevator is in the distance.
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.