Boards on the window are like rings on a tree, if you know how to read abandonments.
The first time I saw Buffalo Central Terminal was from a westbound Empire Builder. In the foreground you can see the rows of platforms.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
The flour mill (rear) and its elevators. The taller elevator was moved here in 1955, when the Harrisons bought it from Federal, who declared it surplus. The smaller elevator replaced an earlier smaller warehouse in 1926. Taken shortly after dawn. This one picture made the drive worth it, for me. Medium Format.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
The purpose of the concentrator was to separate the gold and silver-rich ore from the waste rock. You can tell from the design that the process relies heavily on gravity.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
Outbuildings for Tilston’s Five Roses elevator.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.