Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
A green chair in a green room.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
Inside the west portal is a big liquid propane hand warmer, for workers to take the cold off their gloves as they handled the switches and doors of Cramer Tunnel. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
A board to track which miners are underground. Low tech, but very effective.