The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
After a little rain, the roof took on the color of the bright pink letters.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
A view of the hallway outside of the auditorium.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)