One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.
The boiler room has four big boilers in it, which seems like overkill. No wonder this plant could supply power to the works and the town at full capacity!
A simple porcelain fountain in the original brewhouse. The water fountain, no doubt, is not original.
In the days before a centralized fire alarm system, coded whistle blasts would warn when and where a fire broke out.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
Looking out the finishing end of the sintering plant at a network of torched-off catwalks through a maze of rust and asbestos. Paradise.
In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.