Boards on the window are like rings on a tree, if you know how to read abandonments.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.
Looking from the rail shipping building through pigeon-proofing chicken wire at another manufacturing building in high Fall.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
1904 Sewer Lid in Central Hillside.
The surgical suite was flooding.
Street lights and pavement are some of the obvious signs a town used to be here.