Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
The layout and design of the buildings reminded me strongly of a brewery or distillery. To the right you can see some of the retrofits by the first lumber company to buy the buildings, in the 1970s.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
These copulas made the iron for casting.
This drying house was full of ventilation ducts, broken scales, and insulated carts to haul powder around the line.
On my second or third trip, the cross had broken in the wind.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)