Police tape marks were kids got hurt in the past… probably from falling from the unstable catwalk above.
These concrete blocks were formed to be solid mounts for machinery. All the metal was scrapped in the late 1990s, leaving these modern ruins. Seagulls love them.
From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.
Devan setting up his 4×5 camera.
No Bibles were left in the pews, only golf pencils.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
Old hospital beds.
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.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.