Between lines of Number Sixes right after sun rose behind them. This photo shows how extremely lush the grounds are that make getting around in some places impossible.
The shaft of Prize Mine in the abandoned building. Stay away!
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
The last time the city sealed this door, they must have been changing out old road signs.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.
On the scale of the big machine shop, the huge piles of clothing look insignificant.
Some parts of the doctor’s apartment in the Administration Tower were decidedly upscale. Look at the beautiful ironwork on that sink!
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.