Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
No windows? Bricks? Must be for flammables.
A bunk room, minus the bunks.
One boat comes into port while three wait. The birds, fat from spilled grain, circle overhead. Arista 100.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
Giant ingredient hoppers stand on a concrete floor covered in peeled paint.
A view of the Harris offices, complete with great block glass.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
Looking at ADM-1 from beside ADM-4, back when ADM-4 had a train shed and ADM-1 had a skyway. In the thick woods beneath the skyway was a long time homeless camp… most of its residents were very friendly.