Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.
In case of fire, workers on higher floors would take the emergency slides to escape.
The mill was powered, in part, by water flowing through turbines under it. After the flow worked the industrial heart of the flour mill, it was exit to the Mississippi here.
This part of the roundhouse was being brought down by rain and gravity.
Taken in a closet in the middle of the demolished coke ovens. No doubt, these charts were for equipment in the ovens.
Imagine with yellow window guards are eyebrows and the open windows are the eyes. This headframe seems a bit curious.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.