A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
A wrecked pressure gauge and employee time cards.
Frontenac’s shaft house is well preserved, compared to all other around it. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
An insurance office.
The two antennae are retracted–the position they would be in if the base was under attack.
Looking toward a void–formerly a hallway to the mineshaft–now a hole in the ground.
Near the old slag dump there are the remains of the pouring buckets that received the molten steel from the US Steel blast furnaces, filled to the brim with pig iron. They must be incredibly heavy!
Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.