I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
Boards on the window are like rings on a tree, if you know how to read abandonments.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
A social club/restaurant that was likely the place to be late at night.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
Catwalk crating, welded over the yard crane operator cab’s windows.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.