The tailings boom is the first and last thing you see when approaching the mountaintop shipwreck.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7. The office (first floor), laboratory (second floor) and mill behind it. Everything was clean and pristine.
A broken signal light that would indicate to incoming engineers and brakemen the status of the dock deck. The streetlight-style lighting is a retrofit; originally the top of the dock would be lit by strings of lights suspended by towers on each side of the deck… a poor system according to the workers at Allouez who had the same lights.
A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
Typical New Mexico ranch fencing. The power lines follow the rails between Springer and Wagon Mound.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.