Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
A better view of the belt system that drives all the machinery in the plant.
Looking toward a void–formerly a hallway to the mineshaft–now a hole in the ground.
Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices.
Between blizzards on the hill, I look out over the Chateau. Kodak Portra 400 on Voightlander Bessa.
I am not sure what caused the discoloration, but two of the walls near the door to the machine shop are stained yellow-red. I assume this had to do with the walls in relation to blowing piles of iron ore, and that the walls have been partly infused with iron oxide. Any other ideas?
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
The Osborne Mercantile reflected in Twohy Mercantile’s eastern windows, minutes before subset. The current owner has done a fair job replacing broken windows with plexiglass to keep the elements out.