A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
Local kids probably call this the ‘Shootin’ Shack’, judging by its war wounds.
Old boathouses near the dock.
The first time I saw Buffalo Central Terminal was from a westbound Empire Builder. In the foreground you can see the rows of platforms.
Gulls check in on me while I climb around the roof of one of the train shds of SWP #4. FP-100C.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.