A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
The main staircase of the old hospital had… problems.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
Train-mounted snowplows pushed the snow through the fence and against the old offices.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
One leg of the headframe meets the hoist house. Two cranes are rusted in place.
Sprays of water kept the muddy mixture flowing across the sluices, which filtered out gold particles from gravel and dirty.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.