Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.
One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
The seminal architectural feature of the old hospital–the parts built by Illinois Central Railroad–was this staircase. Wide and graceful, adorned with paint chips and fire extinguishers, and leading from offices to surgical suites to the cafeteria.
Fire doors separate the buildings.
Catwalk crating, welded over the yard crane operator cab’s windows.