Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
Counter-weighted ore cars alternately filled and emptied to feed Furnace 7. Honestly, though, the corner-mounted cranes are sexier in my opinion. Note the trees growing from the stacks.
35mm Film, Expired. An abandoned swath of NAD is landlocked by soybean fields.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
Broken skyways in the sand casting house, where everything was utterly fire-resistant.
This skyway, built to help seal off two parts of the complex during an out of control fire, was probably too rotten to burn by the time I saw it.
The people that stayed here carved bowls from the mesa itself to collect water.
The topmost roof of the hospital is covered in antennae and includes a star that faced the rest of the complex, now demolished.
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