As sun set the car barn underwent a temperature inversion causing a dense fog to rise from the puddles where tracks once where. I opened the Yellowstone-sized doors and watched the bank roll out into downtown Mitchell.
A bleak double room in what used to be the Receiving Hospital, built apart from the Kirkbride to observe incoming patients before they were placed in a ward.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
A walk-up service window on the side of an administration building of some sort. I have a feeling the buildings were color coded.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
An elevator is reflected in the flooded footprint of Spencer & Kellogg. These trains are in storage for the winter.
A broken signal light that would indicate to incoming engineers and brakemen the status of the dock deck. The streetlight-style lighting is a retrofit; originally the top of the dock would be lit by strings of lights suspended by towers on each side of the deck… a poor system according to the workers at Allouez who had the same lights.
In the many-windowed metal building, the lumberyard buildings and the abandoned starch works buildings are separated by a thick wall of pallets.
The sterile room where yeast was grown for the fermentation process. Thanks much, my little alcohol-excreting buddies.