Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
My favorite shot of the 17-story Art Deco office tower attached to the train station.
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.
Some parts of the doctor’s apartment in the Administration Tower were decidedly upscale. Look at the beautiful ironwork on that sink!
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
The command building and a coolant tank. In the distance, rain and hail pound Wyoming dirt.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
I couldn’t help but include this ghost sign for a demolished motel…
The house of the NorShor is surprisingly large, even divided in half. It seems unthinkable that this stage has been empty for so long.