A midwestern jungle surrounds the meat packing plant.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
Typical New Mexico ranch fencing. The power lines follow the rails between Springer and Wagon Mound.
Moss growing where the sunlight sneaks through the boarded windows.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
The great entrance to the Service Building shows the detail once present in the old hospital.
On the left you can see one of the later air shafts for the mine below, which allowed for natural air exchange with the main production areas of the coal mine. That is to say, there were no fans blowing fresh air down below.