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 historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
When the ship loaders were added, a doorway was cut through the metal silo to make a room for the grain handling equipment. Note the dust sensor in the corner of the torch-cut archway.
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.
The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.
Everyone loves water towers.
An automatically closing door, in case of fire or flood in the engine compartment.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.