This big rusty sphere hides behind the incomplete 5-stack.
A cottage for masons infected with TB to live together.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.
The parking lot is in better condition than most of the complex. The left building is the lab.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”