Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
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.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
Above the offices is this little section of factory that still has strips of wood flooring. This may be where the upholstery was cut.
This section of the hospital recently collapsed.
A self portrait.
One last look in the mirror before you turn around and walk onstage…
Asbestos rope isn’t something you can buy at Home Depot anymore, but it’s fire and heat resistant stuff; great for industrial work, like in a sugar mill.