This big rusty sphere hides behind the incomplete 5-stack.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
I love this original brick archway, near the narrow gauge shop. Gorgeous!
Platforms and abandoned outbuildings, as seen in 2005.
This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.
On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.
Though it’s a little unclear what control station controlled what function, these levers seemed to relate to some of the bigger equipment inside the dredge, such as the trommel.
A hydraulic ‘bridge’ couple lower onto the tracks to bring mine cars into the shaft house, presumably for repair. I haven’t found this system anywhere else, but it makes a lot of sense.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.