Looking into the Argo Tunnel at its Idaho Springs portal. I was hoping to see tracks and a steel door, but found a busy crew of environmental workers installing a pipe between the bulkhead and new water plant.
How many buildings are in this pile of blocks? Not as many as there are piles, I can bet you.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
Looking up the hill from the rooftop of the Temple Opera Block. The downtown casino (left) looks far closer to its original use as a Sears Roebuck department store than it does today. Behind it is the blighted Carter Hotel, one of many abandoned buildings near the former Orpheum.
If you look close you can see a figure on the water tower.
With the maintenance door open you can see the buckets on in the vertical conveyor.