Silverton’s elevator, pictured here, is still active.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
An exit from the concourse.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
A retrofitted dust collector stands out from the geometry of the roofline.
Note the really old carvings in the mineral-stained sandstone on the walls and ceiling. This little cave was walled-off on one end, making me wonder what the area was for. Lighting is a set of three candles and two LED flashlights and a cigarette.
Looking toward Mitchell from its last building.
One of my favorite visual feature of grain elevators, especially big ones, is how they repeat.
Note the rails in the floor that guided cars to the coating line, the side of which is lined with the windows in the center of the image.