Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
Sunbeams under the sintering belt. Support cradles for the wires crossing the factory are falling down.
Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
Sonnenstrahlen, “sunbeams”, come through the kicked-up coke dust covering everything below the sintering floor.
At an abandoned train repair shop.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
Coming to an inspirational poster near you… what should it read? ADVENTURE AWAITS? Don’t hang posters. Go outside.
In the Lime House, the sunset picked-up the last light of day to make this image. Lime is used in the beet sugar refinement process to reduce the acidity of the beet juice mixture.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.