Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
Looking into the mouth of the hopper which mine carts dumped into at the top of the Concentrator.
Patented in 1965 and produced by Specialized Mass Markets. User would insert token and use a rotary-phone-style dial to enter their token number. The machine would tally the numbers and indicate winners depending on the sum of said numbers. See USPTO US3455557.
The side of the main elevator, severed by “Woodchucks”.
Don’t let Mitchell Engine House run out of steam…
When I wasn’t paying enough attention on the rotten balcony, I accidentally put my foot through a rotten floorboard. I snapped a picture to remember the moment.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.