Some local kids were having a fire extinguisher fight when I walked into the lab one day.
A wide view of the poor house. Look at the smokestack and elevator shaft, which show the former roofline.
A rail maintenance building. I liked the color of the tree against the peeling red paint.
The depot at the head of town seems to be being disassembled. Behind it is a dead signal where the tracks used to be; they’ve been pulled.
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
This heavy door opens directly into the missile vault and was used to load and unload the missile erector.
Exploring the plant while live Reggae plays nearby was bizarre.