The piano must have been a nice distraction; there is very little to do in Roberts.
Vines are finding their way into the roundhouse.
One of the few doors.
Inside the main entrance to the depot. Through the ‘To Station’ door, you can see some of the news stands. Look at the floor!
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…
Part of a vintage neon sign. I hope it’s been preserved–it reminds me of the sign that hung over my grandfather’s tv sales and repair shop in small town Minnesota.
One boat comes into port while three wait. The birds, fat from spilled grain, circle overhead. Arista 100.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
Looking up at the LEMP malting plant elevator. Look at that BRICKWORK!