F.P. Nielson & Sons

Mesa, Arizona

At twilight, the grain tower stands like a monument to another time, its faded lettering barely holding on. A freight train stretches into the distance, tagged with the modern hieroglyphs of passing youth—graffiti as both protest and presence. Power lines stitch the sky, framing a quiet tension between the industrial and the obsolete. The grass in the foreground softens the scene, but nothing here feels gentle. It’s a portrait of movement and stillness, of industry paused but not forgotten.