A rail maintenance building. I liked the color of the tree against the peeling red paint.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
…out of our depth.
A closeup of the pulleys atop Manitoba Pool #3 which once pulled conveyor belts full of grain across the cupola building as it was sorted into the silos below.
When the Mitchell project is complete, I’ll miss the textures on the face of the boiler.
Looking at the rear of the mill, through dead vines and barbed wire.
The basement held a makeshift chapel.
I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
Just across the North Dakota border, a rusty Milwaukee Road boxcar sits where it was shoved off the mainline. The grain elevator in the background marks the tracks, which is still used by BNSF.