If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
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Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Solvent pumping buildings, designed to explode upwards rather than outwards in an emergency, are forgotten near the milkweed.
What are we to do in an emergency?
This section of the hospital recently collapsed.
Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.
Looking down the Gilman-Belden tram.
A hydraulic ‘bridge’ couple lower onto the tracks to bring mine cars into the shaft house, presumably for repair. I haven’t found this system anywhere else, but it makes a lot of sense.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.
As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.