Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
Kate for scale. Powder that passed the floatation level was flowed over sluice tables, another mass-based way of separating gold. I’ve never seen so many of these in one place. Though it was a hardrock mine, it worked more like a placer mine.
Looking up at the arch–the symbol of the original Lyric.
Blondes und bricks!
Taking a midwinter hike in Cramer after a blizzard and ice storm was my idea. Do my friends seem upset to you? Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
Barrels were prepared across the street, then moved across the road with a special conveyor, seen crashed here. This is down the road from Old Taylor, and was probably a part of the Old Crow operation.
…a little close for comfort.
Elsie finds her makeup brush across the hospital in the middle of the hallway. How did it get there?