The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
Looking down range. You can tell where most of the rounds hit by the dark marks in the wall.
On first impression it might look like a funky mailbox, but trust me on this one; it’s a flour bolter chute. In flour milling, “bolting” means sifting the flour through successively smaller screens.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
Shot on a Pentax 67 in monochrome and toned to match the set. For some time the marquee was lit at night to advertise the fact that the city bought it and planned to apply for credits to repair it.
The Western Elevator’s old moniker looks over Fort William (the neighborhood). Snow falls over Mount McKay in the background. This elevator is still active… the only active elevator in Fort William proper.
The original metal sign over the porticos.
The Sivertson’s sign seems like from a different time. I’ve never seen it lit, but I bet it’s beautiful.