The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
This old Jetta did more offroading than your average lifted tinted loud-exhaust pickup.
Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
In what used to be a hallway under what used to be a skyway, each with what had conveyor belts for the grain that once was stored here. The fog doesn’t change.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
Looking toward the Female Infirmary Ward from the long, glass, Conservatory hallway.
“It must have been beautiful once.” “Yeah, especially in the winter.”
The guts of the dock are connected with a long narrow hallway. Below this section are shops and labs.