The missiles were stored without fuel, to help prevent mishaps. This is the fuel pumping building and one of the tanks.
In what used to be a hallway under what used to be a skyway, each with what had conveyor belts for the grain that once was stored here. The fog doesn’t change.
The end of the dock disappears in the fog.
A sentinel stands watch over an abandoned Hannah, ND house. Medium Format.
Downtown and the blight.
A misnomer that stuck.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.