Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
This ward was the last occupied place in the hospital. It was used as a chemical dependency (drug and alcohol) inpatient program. It seems that they were allowed to paint the walls before they abandoned it… I go back and forth, thinking it is a shame and thinking it is a little cool.
The trees were so overgrown, it was difficult to see the hotel at all from the road.
I revisited the mill years after my documentary. Now it is even more destroyed and surrounded by new fences.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
Hip bump girl.
Silverton’s elevator, pictured here, is still active.