The stairs of this elevator had their landings removed long ago to keep vandals grounded.
The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
I found a face.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
The original color of the wall was probably green.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.