A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.
The top of the headframe, and in a sense, the mine itself. This pulley carried the life line of the mine and the men in it.
Soft rain on Vulcan’s ashy pyre… Both of these peaks are dead volcanos, too hard to be totally washed away by storms. As a result, they seem to rise dramatically from the flat valley.
A stack of tires, some of which are destined for the roof. For some reason, a hundred old tires adorn the roof of the Twohy.
The perimeter fence still holds strong, 50 years after it was put up.
Watching the sun set behind downtown Detroit is my favorite memory from the building.
Below Dock 2 is a set of fire pumps.
The purpose of the concentrator was to separate the gold and silver-rich ore from the waste rock. You can tell from the design that the process relies heavily on gravity.
I’m not sure, actually, whether this was an outhouse (right), but it seems likely. In any case, it was connected by a covered staircase to the Bunk House (left). The soil here was not all tailings, so there is a bit of thick grass–almost the only in sight!