These Broken Dreams

If you look close, you can see the railroad tracks that run along the front of this old grain storage building.  Sort of frozen in time.

Okaton, South Dakota was probably never a bustling town.  But, I imagine that this was where a lot of the activity for it happened.  Farmers bringing in their harvest to be sold and loaded on to trains headed either east or west, a few passengers maybe looking out windows, hoping the stop wasn't too long.  Maybe a bit of freight or mail loaded or unloaded.  Then the whistle would sound, the train would lurch forward and the off it would go.  

Leaving Okaton quiet until next time.