The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
An article from Minnpost describes this design as “marital”, and I could not agree more.
The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
From the loftily perspective of the crane cab, I thought about how nice it would have been to have been here when there was equipment to share the space. This begs the question, who took out the equipment?
“GREETING FROM BEAUTIFUL GARY–WISH YOU WERE HERE!” My postcard shot.
Castle, Montana is a ghost town. Almost no signs remain that it was a mining town.
The command building and a coolant tank. In the distance, rain and hail pound Wyoming dirt.
One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.