The Port Arthur elevator row, as seen from the edge of Fort William.
Everyone loves water towers.
The stock house tanks were long scrapped for their steel, but what remains gives a sense of what it looked like.
There were a few traces of the building’s past, mostly in the doors and floors, some of which still had rails embedded in the concrete. The building could store 174 streetcars inside of its walls.
Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
Timbers overlap where mine cars plunged, a strange wooden fence traced the center of the beams.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
Looking toward Fort William (Western) Elevator from the top of Superior Elevator. Fort William is bordered on the south and east by this wide, winding railyard. Note the pretty and quaint brick offices of the Western.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.