Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.
The building on the right was where parts not assembled onto vehicles would be set in crates for shipment.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
Tornadic fronts duel over the retired missile launcher.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Sprays of water kept the muddy mixture flowing across the sluices, which filtered out gold particles from gravel and dirty.