Time Cards

Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.

This is an elevator to move mine car loads of sand to the surface for cleaning and eventually glass production. Below is a flooded equipment vault. In front and behind is a loop through the larger tunnels in the mine. The horizontal braces supported electric cables for the mine carts.

A closeup inside the mill’s power room.

It’s pretty unusual to find a fireplace like this in the midst of a factory.

In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.

Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space.

A natural stone floor in Brewery Creek’s upper path has been worn smooth.

I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.

A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.