Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
The control room floats above the top of the dock atop a spiral staircase.
Look at the floor–do you see the hole? That goes down a lonnnnnng ways.
The tallest dock structure is an equipment elevator that connects the many dock levels.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
A long exposure in the crane cab at sunset throws a bit of color into the bleak yellow glows between the windows and car shaker.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.