Before it was demolished, there was one good staircase the led to the middle of the dock. Trees grew from it.
I love these heavy rolling doors in the old tobacco processing building.
One of the hundreds of wells across the depot, as seen through an open rail door. In the distance, the radome.
San Luis may not be a ghost town, but it’s aspiring by all indications. Luckily, it’s close enough to Cuba, NM to hang onto life, unlike the other ghost towns down the road.
Thick glass windows allow workers to check the beet juice levels in this steel tank. You can tell by the reinforcement that it had a lot of liquid and had to hold against immense pressure. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7.
What you see is not a crack in the floor, but a long vine extending ten feet onto the shop floor, as if reaching in to escape the wind and rain.
A massive water tower easily tucks into the shadow of Blast Furnace #6.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
Between the repair shops and the stock department is this odd little structure. No, the walls are not level–it’s not your eyes. The shops slope left, the structure slopes right.