Taken from atop a grain train at the end of Cargill B-2, looking toward Lake Superior “I”, now part of the sample complex. This area used to have another slip, but Cargill filled it on when it built the elevator on the right.
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!
A teeter totter sits in front of the Memorial Building.
Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. A ghost town near Martinsdale, where the market (pictured) served as the train stop.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
We can lie like sinners Breathe the air like children And you could lead and I could follow All those times are gone “Duluth” by Trampled by Turtles
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
San Luis may not be a ghost town, but it’s aspiring by all indications. Luckily, it’s close enough to Cuba, NM to hang onto life, unlike the other ghost towns down the road.
The steam-powered hoist that pulled ore and dropped men from the mine. Note the hydraulic-operated brake on top with its massive brake pad. Now scrapped.