Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
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Taken from the most forward part of the windlass room to show how the front of the ship opens up from the front wedge. Note the giant anchor chains and foam strapped to the frontmost beam.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
Looking at the engine house (left) from atop the stoves.
Looking across the mountain tramway from an abandoned house in Gilman.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.