Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
Happy mine bacteria ‘chews’ away at one of the narrow gauge rail ties still embedded in the sand floor. The orange color is not a mistake of mine; it is the result of different minerals leeching into the water table and draining into the mine. Keep in mind that, about 100 feet above, is the Ford plant itself!
The chair tried to leave, but found it had grown heavy with the weight of water and wood. Today, it shelters the mice and maggots.
A long exposure of the side of the coke ovens, lit by the nearby streetlights.
Part of the back of the distribution boards; the rear of a giant remote transformer switch.
The first step of the filtering process is being spun through this tube.
Looking at the headframe for Shaft 3 from the tower for Shaft 1. Below is the roof of the Dry House. It was hard to remind myself that these building have been abandoned longer than I’ve been alive.
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.