A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
The bottom area of the smokestacks house storage spaces. The windows of these rooms that were never completed line up perfect.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window.
The hiking around Central City is beautiful and full of history. Just get a proper topo map!
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.
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.
Local kids probably call this the ‘Shootin’ Shack’, judging by its war wounds.