Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.
2006. A section of the third floor that has changed a lot over the years. Compare to 2015 shot.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Looking toward the old power house, right below one of its arteries.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
The fresh snow makes the whole complex look a lot cleaner than it actually is.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.