The depot at the head of town seems to be being disassembled. Behind it is a dead signal where the tracks used to be; they’ve been pulled.
Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
Can you imagine workers in a food plant smoking on the job today?
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
One of the occupied buildings in Nevadaville.
The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
An old stoker in a power plant that was abandoned long before the mill next to it, by all indications. Sugar mills burned dry beet pulp pellets for fuel.