The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
Another ruined spiral staircase in the mill.
Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.
A filter to separate the sliced beets from boiling water.
The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground.
One of the early automated painting booths in the paint plant line.