I have been running around abandoned places since I was a little kid, long before I started carrying a camera with me. Most places were small. Old railroad buildings, abandoned farms, an former general store that was near two covered bridges and a quarry with some ancient, rusting steam shovels, and so on. When I started shooting these places I discovered that I was not alone in my abandonment attraction. There was a whole underground community out there doing the same thing. By that point I had begun spending much of my free time running around Bethlehem Steel’s abandoned flagship plant, but other than that I was still mostly hitting smaller stuff. I was surprised to see the lists of factories and hospitals and other large places that people were going to. I was also surprised by how many people would not bother with anything smaller than a former mental hospital. Even the smaller, less flashy places have their stories to tell.
A few years back I was waiting to meet someone to go shoot the abandoned part of an old slate quarry (with permission.) While I waited I discovered this little gem just sitting there with its wide open windows beckoning.
It was a small freight station whose glory days were long past. Its days were obviously numbered, one more piece of our industrial past about to be wiped from the earth. But not until I shot a bunch of photos to commemorate its existence.