The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
A vent sitting at the base of one of the crumbling smokestacks.
Hotel Duluth from the roof of the Temple Opera Block, just before the sun dipped below Thompson Hill. The tires are a kind of calling card for the building’s former owner. Where my feet are in this picture used to be the third floor of the building (note the outline of the floors on the wall to the left).
This drying house was full of ventilation ducts, broken scales, and insulated carts to haul powder around the line.
A little catwalk gives access to the most important gauges in the building. Behind them are huge vents and fans. I bet it got steamy in here.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
“Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Russian writer and historian.
A typical dwelling in San Luis. I could not tell if it was occupied, but most of the town is abandoned.
Kurth bears a ghost sign. Recently, its main sign was destroyed by graffiti artists in 2015.