I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
A view of the Harris offices, complete with great block glass.
One of two projectors, still set to run old 3D flicks.
I’ve been in a lot of different mines. Some on tours, some not. If you pass through Howardsville, Colorado without going on the Old Hundred Mine Tour, you’re missing out. This is what Santiago Tunnel looked like in the 1940s when it was near the end of its life.
Cauterized wounds on the factory floor, where the middle of the newer mill opens up to allow massive equipment. Now the pipes are cut and the equipment is gone.
A set of air intakes and exhaust pipes over the buried communications and control equipment rooms.
The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.
Looking through a launcher doorway at an outbuilding… the fire truck garage, if I recall correctly. Fomapan medium format in Pentax 67.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.