Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
This peak is a little over 7,000 feet high and is a popular hiking spot. As a bulky Minnesotan who is better built for an arctic expedition, I stuck to the mesa.
In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
One of the flashier details on the front of the Twohy Mercantile Building.
An outfall for 43rd Avenue Creek. Let’s rename it Substreet Creek; isn’t that a better name?
Grand Army, as seen from a Gilman Tram grade.
Part of the Pillsbury tunnel that brought water back to the Mississippi River.
Shortly after the former delivery wagon shed was arsoned in 2005. A turning point in the story of Hamms’ abandonment.