Rows of offices under the power plant, which was in the middle of being demolished during my adventure. Despite the snow, this was meant as an interior.
The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.
This ruin was once the Toltec Mine, a producing gold and silver claim that operated into the 1940s.
Between all of the buildings was dense growth, especially vines.
Typical New Mexico ranch fencing. The power lines follow the rails between Springer and Wagon Mound.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
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.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.