The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.
I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
King Elevator sits in the corner of a more recently-defunct lumber mill: Great Western Timber. Perhaps in the future I will write the history of it. Arista 100 in 120.
An abandoned ranch on the east side of the tracks. This was not the Colmor Cutoff they were waiting for.
The blast pit carried the smoke and flame from the rocket motor away from the other base buildings.
The wood block floor is beginning to sprout, but not much can live here.
Near the guard post protecting the launch pad at the Duluth BOMARC is an orange windsock.