Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
history under ground
trucks
In the later years one of the mine garages was repurposed into a truck repair garage.
The now-demolished Sanatorium, for patients of the asylum that contracted the disease.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
The license plate reads “Farm Truck”.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
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.
A dead work truck rusts near an outbuilding. Everything is marked with a code. Modernity.
Parked permanently in a back garage, the last of its kind.
Elevator B, used by a local farmer, stands behind an old farm truck at the edge of town.
Tow Away Zone, I’m sure.
A humble prairie elevator at Fannystelle, Manitoba. What a name!