Most of the control panels were faceless. No doubt, they were parted out to keep other sugar mills alive.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.
Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.
In most places, it may seem off for there to be a tunnel door on the top floor of a building, but Ford was that kind of place. This door from the steam plant led into a skyway and tunnel that connected to the main assembly floor.
The control room was used through the mid-1990s as the plant was used to stabilize the power grid.
The new dining room is still set up for the Twelve Step meetings that took place here a few years ago.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
Island Station, in the middle of the power house, in the middle of a thunder storm. Flapping pipe covers and sheets of ran penetrating one massive arched window and blasting through the other, as winds power through the building from the Mississippi. The sound of the thunder made every length of steel squeak under the pressure.