The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
The only good shot I have of the top of Battery A, in the upper left. Though it seemed to have been disused before its neighbor it had a lot less growth on it.
In front of the mine building the ground has opened up, showing a one-subterranean hallway. Locals seem to be using the dangerous hole as a trash dump.
The primitive chair caught the falling plaster.
The last tailings on a broken conveyor belt.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.