This sign was important when trains ran the length of the elevator.
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.
A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
An ad hoc scrawl remembers some long-done project.
Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
The depot at the head of town seems to be being disassembled. Behind it is a dead signal where the tracks used to be; they’ve been pulled.
Near the guard post protecting the launch pad at the Duluth BOMARC is an orange windsock.
Some of the plants growing out of the walls of the power plant.
The snowflake (?) patterns were hand-laid throughout the hospital. It is possible some or all of these tiles were laid by patients, as it is on record that they were used for simple tasks in the name of occupational therapy.