Looking toward Old Taylor Distillery from the roof of Old Crow.
The great entrance to the Service Building shows the detail once present in the old hospital.
A sentinel stands watch over an abandoned Hannah, ND house. Medium Format.
The wood-braced structures descending the hill connected the La Crosse Tunnel to the mill in Central City. To see a picture of an aerial tram in action, see at my Treasure Mountain article.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
On the roof, looking toward Jay Cook Park over the ruins of the Hart House. You can see how Nopmeing (“out in the woods) got its name. Fujicolor 100 on Leica M7.
A midwestern jungle surrounds the meat packing plant.
Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.
On the left you can see one of the later air shafts for the mine below, which allowed for natural air exchange with the main production areas of the coal mine. That is to say, there were no fans blowing fresh air down below.
Looking out of the biggest cave into the shell of the burned brewery, almost 125 years after it was destroyed by fire.
Looking toward the power station at the edge of the explosives plant.
Shuttered windows on the side of one of the collapsing bonded warehouses.
Inside this small iron clad mine is a couch and some clothes. It seems that for a short while, someone was living inside of it…
A 16-minute exposure from the roof of an abandoned building shows the aurora borealis and streaking stars.
When it became “Hyde Park Hospital”, this portico was added onto the front.
Looking across the spired rooftop of the Kirkbride building. In the foreground is a fire chute that contains a metal spiral slide designed to evacuate patients in case of a fire. Note the ironwork on the chimney.
Pozo Mine, the most menacing mine building I’ve ever seen. Black and white film, shot with the Fuji GX680, a beast of a camera.
It would be a shame if this building is not preserved. Word is (as of 2015) that construction may start on this section soon.
Looking toward the Quenching Tower from the coal tower platform.
The left building is active, the right building is not, though both were built as Wilson Bros buildings. The skyway was rough, inside and out, but I liked the small gate in the bottom of it–it reminded me of a castle. Skyways like these were a fireproofing measure.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
The aerial tram at the Mayflower Mill gives a sense of what the Gold Prince Mill in Animas Forks once looked like. Trams connected the mill to the mines around it without the need to negotiate trees, rivers, and rough terrain.
Looking through skylights of the payroll office toward the Cheratte No.1’s tower. This is where workers would wait in line to receive pay, surrounded by the mine workings.
Between blizzards on the hill, I look out over the Chateau. Kodak Portra 400 on Voightlander Bessa.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
The main street of the ghost town is also the maintenance road for the BNSF line that bisects Colmor.
Everything had to be tested before being sent to the front lines. Here’s where smaller ammunition would be test-fired. I was able to dig up several misfired rounds. Now they live in my collection of oddities.
This building had the rusty remains of a few mattresses, likely used in the 1940s when this site was last occupied.
Those able to work would be compelled to help fix up the facility, grow, harvest, and prepare food for fellow ‘inmates’, or work on vocational skills.
The quenching water was reused over and over.
The cemetery for the old asylum is, sadly, largely unmarked. Only in recent years has there been a real effort to locate and identify the remains there.
Looking at the last wall of the hotel from the banks of the river.
Ask your dentist about brushing your teeth with asbestos!
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
The last of four radar domes on the base.
This bridge over Eagle River is beautiful.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!
Cheratte lives on in the shadow of its abandoned coal mine, although most of the shops are abandoned and many of the city’s landmarks have fallen into disrepair. Like other Belgian mining towns, those who have stayed in the town have kept up their apartments, so much of the company-building duplexes and homes are in great condition.
Above the altar are faded murals. Here’s the Holy Grail.
Redlining is the practice of shutting certain races out of neighborhoods, and it is still a big problem today. Such behaviors were a big factor in creating the need for these projects.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
This office, as seen from the power plant, administered the bonded warehouses. There used to be a few more of them, according to old maps and postcards.
A long exposure of the launch pad and its dedicated guard shack. In the middle of the base is a tall antenna which was part of the MARS program during the Gulf War. The MARS program helped connect calls between deployed soldiers and their families.
The hiking around Central City is beautiful and full of history. Just get a proper topo map!
A row of houses north of Pommenige.
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
Castle, Montana is a ghost town. Almost no signs remain that it was a mining town.
The lower portal of the Selby Tunnel, as it looks today. The area is a popular spot for homeless to camp–can you spot the tent?
I wonder who boarded the family house… the EPA?
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
One of the old cooperage buildings is largely unchanged from when it was built. The raised section of the building houses a crane.
The lower floors of King Elevator are scrapped and ruined. Nearly everything that is not concrete has been destroyed. Some time ago it seems that someone built a tarp-roof hovel inside of the ground floor.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
A truck loading dock for raw materials. Looking at the concrete, you can sort of tell where the rails used to run.
Ammunition had to be tested on site before shipment. That was done here. These heavy concrete bunkers deflected rounds harmlessly into the earth.
The playground used to be near the school which is now in ruins.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
From left to right: shaft building, headframe, rock house, hoist house.
Ground floor windows were built to be barred.
A different kind of tree fort.
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
While it looks like a sidewalk, this is the roof the infamous (thanks to Ghost Adventures) steam tunnel that connects the steam plant and demolished Hart House.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
The purpose of the concentrator was to separate the gold and silver-rich ore from the waste rock. You can tell from the design that the process relies heavily on gravity.
A rooftop scene.
The tangled telegraph lines between Mitchell and the engine house keep the old pole from topping in the wind.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
The the left, the nitrating line in War City. To the right, War City’s sole suburb, Charlestown, IN.
Colleen on the roof.
I’m not sure, actually, whether this was an outhouse (right), but it seems likely. In any case, it was connected by a covered staircase to the Bunk House (left). The soil here was not all tailings, so there is a bit of thick grass–almost the only in sight!
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.
North of the assembly complex is a storage network of earthen and concrete bunkers.
There is no denying that the Fergus Falls asylum was a beautiful place, especially around sunset.
Steel mine hoists, near the place they worked, wait for scrap prices to justify their final removal from Osceola, Michigan.
Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
Shells of mixing buildings.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
Near Howardsville, Colorado, the Animas River gets quite wide. This is near the Little Nation Mill, which is worth a stop if you’re traveling north from SIlverton. It’s also near the former Gold King Mine, which “blew” in 2015 and flooded the Animas River with toxic mine water.
I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
Looking out toward Redore from the second floor of the workshop. This is why I love living in Minnesota.
Looking at the huge and modern Cargill B2 from the circa-1919 Lake Superior “I”. This is a rather unique perspective of Enger Tower and Skyline.
Cobble streets wrap around the inside of the fort.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
Typical New Mexico ranch fencing. The power lines follow the rails between Springer and Wagon Mound.
Dr. Muchow’s offices stand near his ‘new’ mill, but they show evidence of vandalism.
Trees like masks.
This ruin was once the Toltec Mine, a producing gold and silver claim that operated into the 1940s.
A side view showing the extreme structural damage to what I believe is the Masonic Cottage. I honestly cannot unravel how some of this was done, unless the local armory is missing a 4″ canon and some cartridge shot.
Looking at the engine house (left) from atop the stoves.
While the maps name this the compressor house, I believe, based on its size and number of heavy machine mounts, that it also housed the pumps to drain the mine.
Hunter and the Hoist House.
When I saw this section, I knew the dock was abandoned.
The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.
The company headquarters. Abandoned last time I drove past it, though it is the classiest building in downtown South Bend.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
Looking north from the east portal of the tunnel… a beautiful place. Wilderness. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Trees between duplexes overshadow the buildings they were planted to shield; revenge for the boards on the windows.
Behind one of the kitchens is one of the few pieces of furniture remaining. Beside it, a small electric space heater–small by 1970s standards.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
It’s a small world… look at it.
The back of the castle is barely visible through the trees that have grown thick around the walls, making it look so much older.
Near the old slag dump there are the remains of the pouring buckets that received the molten steel from the US Steel blast furnaces, filled to the brim with pig iron. They must be incredibly heavy!
On the left are rows of dayrooms; on the right is one of two long hallways which connect the two halves of the hospital. The large, center section of the hallway would fit chairs for patients to look out on the gardens. They called it a conservatory. This hallway would be as close as some patients would get to nature.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
A street side exposure of the original 1914 section of the orphanage. Turned into black and white to deemphasize all the graffiti across the front steps.
Downtown and the blight.
The big door at the bottom of the concentrator was where a tram once connected to lower the (pre-) processed ore into the river valley, where the railroad was. It’s unclear whether this ever connected directly to Eureka’s Sunnyside mill, although it’s possible.
I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
A yellow house above the mineshaft.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
No windows? Bricks? Must be for flammables.
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.
Off the beaten path is this old LTV sign. Now it points to a ghost town and dead dock.
Giant chunks of cooled slag form an island near Mud Lake.
The second floor was hit by arson years ago, but it still carries the telltale features of its original design, specifically the woodwork below the roof.
Looking at the Broadway from across Broadway, a beautiful Buffalo day. Note the glazed terra cotta facade–and the signs of fire damage from the first floor.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
Below Grand Army Mine is Gold Collar. A ‘collar’ is the braced section around the portal of a mine shaft.
Above Treasure Mountain Mine is the capped shaft of the defunct San Juan Queen Mine. This is taken near that location, looking down the road that connects the mines to Animas Forks.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
A self portrait on a tire swing outside the Service Building.
A humble prairie elevator at Fannystelle, Manitoba. What a name!
Vents in the boards over the windows helps prevent mold and animals from getting too crazy inside.
Frontenac, as seen from the Missouri Flats area.
These rails used to connect to those inside the Santiago Tunnel. Now they dangle above tailings.
This building would store and maintain warheads. It was right next to the launch pad, but the two were separated by a high mound.
An experimental shaft dug in the 1950s and its Hoist House.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
The walkway to the end of the dock is elevated, so one walks above the trees and bushes growing in the rotting taconite pellets that have collected over the years.
The Eureka Mill, historically known as Sunnyside Mill, is now the gateway to Animas Forks.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
One of the last times I saw the skyway standing. ADM’s Meal Elevator is in the distance.
One thing I like to do at Gopher is imagine the shape of the planned buildings based on the partial structures.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
The exterior of the factory is unassuming
A 5-minute exposure of the tunnel and stars, and even some of Duluth’s city lights bouncing off the clouds. A single off-camera flash in the tunnel gives the effect of an oncoming train.
A shallow creek traces Illinois Gulch toward the Chain O’ Mines mill. Ball mills are laid out in the sun.
The outside of Whiting Mine, as it looks today.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
In front of the mine building the ground has opened up, showing a one-subterranean hallway. Locals seem to be using the dangerous hole as a trash dump.
The end of the dock disappears in the fog.
A panoramic view of the sintering plant’s gas plant (?). Everyone who visits must get a picture of these rusty smokestacks!
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
Beds line a basement room that is part way between the concepts of inside and outside. Boards and bricks were falling while I was photographing it—stay out.
Looking out of the “back door”, where equipment could be lifted into the factory with a crane. The bottom of the coal conveyor can be seen outside.
In the corner of the former school grounds…
One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
A safe distance from Prize Mine is its dynamite storage vault, designed to explode up–not out–should the worst happen.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
The school (hospital) campus was expansive.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
A ‘Hot Metal Car’ that would transport molten steel across the ‘Hot Metal Bridge’ from the furnaces to the mills.
Fergus Falls State Hospital. Well, technically moonlight… but a with stars nonetheless! The orange glow from the left and in the rear of the building are exterior lights on associated–former State Hospital–buildings. All other light is from the full moon that evening.
Every walking path was strewn with debris. It was hard to imagine that all that was inside once.
The mill was powered, in part, by water flowing through turbines under it. After the flow worked the industrial heart of the flour mill, it was exit to the Mississippi here.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
At Treasure Mountain mine. This collapsed building was likely the 1937 Compressor House, which pushed compressed air and water into the Sanitago Tunnel in the time it was producing.
Between all of the buildings was dense growth, especially vines.
Approaching the tunnel I heard about for so long…
“M.H. ’56; Al Malmsten ’44”. Brick Graffiti Series.
The dredge is divided into four levels. The top level has controls for the tailings boom and, when it was there, the bucket excavator.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Taken around 11,600 feet.
An article from Minnpost describes this design as “marital”, and I could not agree more.
Scanned after being recovered from the bottom of an old wooden box for a few years. Circa 2005.
A shuttered house at the end of the block doesn’t even have boards on it anymore.
These houses were built for the use of the lighthouse keepers in 1913 (left) and 1916 (right). The second house was added when the entry added a fourth light and required a second rotation. Today, there are no unbroken windows in either building.
The west portal of the tunnel is open, and if it wasn’t for the rough track, I would think by looking at it that a train could be coasting up behind me any moment. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
The Tilston School,built in the late 1960s. In front of it is a memorial and model to the first schoolhouse. This building, however, has been turned into a kind of town dump. The classrooms are filled with mattresses and discarded tires and trash.
Sliding fireproof doors and an old hydrant at Harlowton’s old yards.
It is unclear whether this area was for coal dumping or ore dumping, though the huge dents in the steel plating suggests the latter.
“It must have been beautiful once.” “Yeah, especially in the winter.”
The trees were so overgrown, it was difficult to see the hotel at all from the road.
Trees by the beautiful Nurse’s Cottage above and behind the Kirkbride. One side looks out over farmland while the other faces the back of the hospital grounds. As of 2014, the city is allowing artists to rent spaces inside.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
Looking down Pommenicher Straße from Gaststätte Rosarius, the monstrous machine about to devour the town bites at the ground.