In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.
Smashed TVs and stone foundations in a former common room in the basement.
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
One of my favorite shots from that year, conveyor line parts stacked and hung with Postal Service bins from decades ago.
An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
A photo from the early 2000s before the conveyors were scrapped.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
Looking through the hole where a glass pane once was at the Columbus Mine ruins, just south of Animas Forks. It was quiet when I took the picture, but for the gurgle of the nearby Animas River.