Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.
The old approach, almost in its entirety as I found it.
A different kind of tree fort.
This building seemed like a pump house or compressor house. It was full of empty concrete mounts.
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.
The underside of the ore dock in winter. Snow drifts across the dock from the frozen lake.