When I was a student in Buffalo, NY, I lived a few blocks from this location. There were several rail lines crossing and intersecting. There was lots of debris: heaps of rail ties, piles of gravel, other worn out equipment that held the track to the ties, and trash, but no brush, no young trees, and it felt like you could see forever. Mile-long freight trains passed through at night, rumbling and clicking on the tracks, one passing under, two passing over in opposite directions. It was hypnotic.
Now, there's this.