Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
The wood block floor is beginning to sprout, but not much can live here.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
The first time I saw Buffalo Central Terminal was from a westbound Empire Builder. In the foreground you can see the rows of platforms.
One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.
The side of a launcher, with outbuildings in the background. You can see the tracks where the roof would open before launch.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.
The Port Arthur elevator row, as seen from the edge of Fort William.
A rail maintenance building. I liked the color of the tree against the peeling red paint.