Murals

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.