A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
Both portals get clogged with ice in the winter. In the summer, the ceiling is always dripping. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
The rumors were true. Success is sweet.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
The old mill (right) and power plant (left) with the new mill behind them.