I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
Outbuildings near the perimeter fence. Beyond is all ranch land.
A wide view (15mm) of the shadow 4B is casting on 4A. Light leaks because of cheap camera.
A row of houses north of Pommenige.
The old boilers of the steam plant have been mostly gutted to remove loose asbestos.
A depiction of historic Liège, known for its rivers and hills.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.