Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
From the 1909 addition, it’s obvious how much water it takes to carry a single wall to, into and through the cracks between the floor tiles: exactly one roof’s worth.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
There’s a roof problem above the surgical suite.
Beautiful details in the plaster moulding have been preserved by the sheer height of this room between the cathedral and auditorium.
In the back of the warehouse is the old incinerator, probably used to destroy kegs that could not be reused.
This miner locker room has probably never been so clean.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.