The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
35mm Film, Expired. An abandoned swath of NAD is landlocked by soybean fields.
In what used to be a hallway under what used to be a skyway, each with what had conveyor belts for the grain that once was stored here. The fog doesn’t change.
The purpose of the concentrator was to separate the gold and silver-rich ore from the waste rock. You can tell from the design that the process relies heavily on gravity.
Taken from under the headframe.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
Knowing that a tornado just passed nearby is less distressing when you’re surrounded by nuclear-attack-hardened buildings.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.