Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. A ghost town near Martinsdale, where the market (pictured) served as the train stop.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
A ruined platform on the railyard platform side of the warehouse.
A sign in the desolate cafeteria.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
Looking through Workhouse A from the top of a silo.
One of the occupied buildings in Nevadaville.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.