Drawn in fresh concrete about 50 years before I took this picture, and only 2 years after this elevator blew up…
A volcano (?) under a window.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
The warped floors caught my eye in this room too–a symptom of turning off heat and not patching a leaking roof in the midwest.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.
While the maps name this the compressor house, I believe, based on its size and number of heavy machine mounts, that it also housed the pumps to drain the mine.
Taken at a junction in the tube world.
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.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.