An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
It’s a mystery to me why this elevator has a Gold Medal Flour ghost sign. You can read it along with its obsolete monikers today.
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
A 24-hour clock that reeks of the 1970s. A ladder stenciled “LTV”–the failed steel company that built this dock. There is more, if you look closer.
A passing cloud almost looks like a puff of smoke from the trimmed smokestack of Consolidated D. In the lower corner you can see a little Stonehenge that someone with a sense of humor and heavy equipment built.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
The Osborn Block (front) and the Twohy (rear) at sunset. In the distance, you can almost make out Globe Elevators. One of my favorite photos of 2013.