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.
Standing where the Standard Oil’s boiler used to sit; the coal room is on the right, and would have been filled from trackside.
C’mon, guys. PIck up to trash.
The side of a launcher, with outbuildings in the background. You can see the tracks where the roof would open before launch.
The mine was built with stone, wood, and steel. It’s in good condition.
While it looks like ground level, everything here is one story above the actual earth.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
An arrangement of brick graffiti on the old boiler house building near the railroad tracks.