Where workers’ pay would be doled out and collected.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
Lost words over the auditorium entrance.
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Outbuildings near the perimeter fence. Beyond is all ranch land.
This view of BCT shows the portico where the main entrance is at the base of the office tower, and the clock.
The top of the grain handler of Ogilvie’s. The flagpole serves as a lightning rod. In fact, I would not be surprised if that was its primary purpose.