Frankie on the White Pine Mine vehicle access shaft. The mine was traditional inside… all room-and-pillar.
Looking from one workhouse at another, with the other residents of Mill Hell falling into place as the distance grows. Across the rail yard you can see Froedert Malt elevator and Calumet.
A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
Filters and fans to draw air into the boilers in the second power plant.
A vent sitting at the base of one of the crumbling smokestacks.
The basement held a makeshift chapel.
Smashed TVs and stone foundations in a former common room in the basement.
A hydraulic ‘bridge’ couple lower onto the tracks to bring mine cars into the shaft house, presumably for repair. I haven’t found this system anywhere else, but it makes a lot of sense.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.