In what used to be a hallway under what used to be a skyway, each with what had conveyor belts for the grain that once was stored here. The fog doesn’t change.
Checking out the neighbors. Shot on a the legendary Pentax 67.
This office, as seen from the power plant, administered the bonded warehouses. There used to be a few more of them, according to old maps and postcards.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
This is where the transformers were housed. Note the steel tracks in the floor for moving equipment around the building.
Rivets are sexy, and this old machine has more than a fair share.