The sun shining through one of the buildings; everything was overgrown.
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
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
Below Grand Army Mine is Gold Collar. A ‘collar’ is the braced section around the portal of a mine shaft.
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.
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.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.