Namu used to be something. And now it’s not.

It’s hard to describe with words… Here are some pictures.

The energy of a place like this is… Intense. It’s heavy.

I occasionally yelled out “thank you” as I walked through not my property. Can’t hurt I always say.

Weathered buildings on wooden stilts over the water at the abandoned town of Namu

Salmon mural and the word Resilience painted on the wall of an abandoned building in Namu

Collapsed ceiling and debris inside an abandoned cannery building in Namu

Decaying books including Rich Man Poor Man scattered in an abandoned building in Namu

Abandoned recreation hall with old TV, pool table, and debris scattered everywhere in Namu

Moss growing over the floor of an abandoned room with water damage in Namu

Abandoned store with green shelves and scattered oil filters and supplies in Namu

Abandoned dormitory room with rotting mattresses and peeling walls in Namu

Pile of rusty machinery and industrial debris outside the abandoned Namu cannery