A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
For a short time, CN mounted flood lights atop the abandoned dock.
There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
From the loftily perspective of the crane cab, I thought about how nice it would have been to have been here when there was equipment to share the space. This begs the question, who took out the equipment?
In the mountainside are a number of air shafts, indicating where the tunnels traced under the rocky surface.
Hunter’s custom large format rig looks pretty cool, doesn’t it?
A super-shallow depth of field shot on the Leica Summilux.
Rogers Mine is one of the most structurally sound mines in the Iron River area that isn’t part of a museum.