Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
A side view showing the extreme structural damage to what I believe is the Masonic Cottage. I honestly cannot unravel how some of this was done, unless the local armory is missing a 4″ canon and some cartridge shot.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
A portrait of the second school of McConnell, built in 1937.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.