A tore-up Colorado Southern Railway sign and the majestic (in an industrial sense) Argo Mill. Go. On. The. Tour. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
In the nitrating house.
The original metal sign over the porticos.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.