The cast stone on the building dates it to 1917. The old paint on the front identifies it as a wholesale feed and seed warehouse. And the other sign indicates it is the home of American Boxing and Gym.
On a site hemmed in by the railroad and an underpass, the building seems abandoned, having left behind the signs of its past lives.
One of my earliest memories is of my parents staying up late to process slides in the kitchen. I can still remember the first photograph I took - of a rock, with a mountain in the background. In college, I was almost positive I was going to be the next Ansel Adams.
All of which has led me here.
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