You can almost make out the concrete chute through the open window. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
The trees were so overgrown, it was difficult to see the hotel at all from the road.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
It’s almost hard to tell whether the colors come from oil in the water or the colorful glass lit up by the Michigan sunset.
The blacksmith shop is pretty rugged looking. Through the door you can see the collapsed walkway that might have once connected to a building covering the Santiago Tunnel adit.
The sun shining through one of the buildings; everything was overgrown.
In the modern control room at the base of the white elevator tower are the electronics that ran the newer building, its rail components and boat-loading component. The superstructure permeates all spaces here, as can be seen with the crossing I-beams in the main office.