Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
The license plate reads “Farm Truck”.
The now-demolished Sanatorium, for patients of the asylum that contracted the disease.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
Elevator B, used by a local farmer, stands behind an old farm truck at the edge of town.
Parked permanently in a back garage, the last of its kind.
A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.
A humble prairie elevator at Fannystelle, Manitoba. What a name!
A string of vehicles have found death at Packard recently. Usually they are simply driving up ramps and pushed off the rooftops, but this one seemed destined for a worse fate. Found in the far corner of the far building.
In the later years one of the mine garages was repurposed into a truck repair garage.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
Tow Away Zone, I’m sure.