The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
A humble prairie elevator at Fannystelle, Manitoba. What a name!
Shuttered windows on the side of one of the collapsing bonded warehouses.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.
The aerial tram at the Mayflower Mill gives a sense of what the Gold Prince Mill in Animas Forks once looked like. Trams connected the mill to the mines around it without the need to negotiate trees, rivers, and rough terrain.
Between blizzards on the hill, I look out over the Chateau. Kodak Portra 400 on Voightlander Bessa.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.