When I see this picture, I imagine that I am an ant exploring a mushroom farm.
Taken from the most forward part of the windlass room to show how the front of the ship opens up from the front wedge. Note the giant anchor chains and foam strapped to the frontmost beam.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
John’s wife’s face.
In the many-windowed metal building, the lumberyard buildings and the abandoned starch works buildings are separated by a thick wall of pallets.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.