The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
A reminder on the Gilman union board not to buy Coors beer. Read more here: http://www.cpr.org/news/story/coors-boycott-when-beer-can-signaled-your-politics
The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
A closeup of a high window in Bunge.
Looking past the hoist room (left) toward Shaft No. 1, behind the concrete head frame built in the late 1940s. This shaft could haul equipment from ground level (below) to shop level, where the picture was taken.