The missiles were stored without fuel, to help prevent mishaps. This is the fuel pumping building and one of the tanks.
Beautiful doors separated the boiler room and the sugar mill. Can you imagine the gracefully curving steps in a power plant today?
Water turned the taconite powder into a rusty, slippery paste… everywhere the water pooled up, doubling the beauty from certain special angles.
In a protected wing of a launcher are these empty server racks where guidance and control computers were stored.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
The meticulously tiled dry house shower floor–cracked by frost.
Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
The sun lowered behind the dead flour mill, bending its image upon itself.