Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
Boards on the window are like rings on a tree, if you know how to read abandonments.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
A long exposure in the crane cab at sunset throws a bit of color into the bleak yellow glows between the windows and car shaker.