One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
A rare door left on the workhouse. The stairs to the left led down into a flooded basement. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
A breeze and broken window has animated one of the few curtains still hanging in Nopeming as of 2015.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
The tallest dock structure is an equipment elevator that connects the many dock levels.
Why the elevator cars were removed or who removed them is unclear to me, but I do hope they still exist somewhere outside of a Honda frame. Judging from the decorations heaped on the doors and their frames, the cars themselves must have been beautiful.