Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
The bottom of the elevator in the new foundry.
Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.
One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
The last of four radar domes on the base.
Looking between the asbestos house and mineral (lime) house.
The steel awning and its elegant staircase are one of my favorite features near the old carpentry shop. The gymnasium-theater is in the background.
Train-mounted snowplows pushed the snow through the fence and against the old offices.
Soft rain on Vulcan’s ashy pyre… Both of these peaks are dead volcanos, too hard to be totally washed away by storms. As a result, they seem to rise dramatically from the flat valley.