Our drive west along Highway 30 (we avoided the interstate) took us through many very small towns. Each one was dominated by one thing - grain elevators right next to the railroad tracks. I've never seen trains longer than the ones we saw in Nebraska - all hauling grain. The whistles made such a haunting sound.
This lone elevator was my favorite from the dozens we saw. I love the texture and color of the rusted tin. Make sure to click on the image for a closer view.