Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.
The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
Taken from under the headframe.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
A board to track which miners are underground. Low tech, but very effective.