The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
A wide view of the poor house. Look at the smokestack and elevator shaft, which show the former roofline.
Outbuildings for Tilston’s Five Roses elevator.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
The wood block floor is beginning to sprout, but not much can live here.
There isn’t an unbroken window in the entire historic complex as of 2013.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.