The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The green-tinted skylight makes this a bright green corridor, the lower of the two skyways connecting the two workhouses.
Castle, Montana is a ghost town. Almost no signs remain that it was a mining town.
A furnace control panel, cut off its subordinate before the plant closed, no doubt to be replaced. I like this shot because it shows that many of the smaller machines were engineered by the plant itself.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
It’s a mystery to me why this elevator has a Gold Medal Flour ghost sign. You can read it along with its obsolete monikers today.