A single metal emergency slide rusts away at sunrise.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
Why the elevator cars were removed or who removed them is unclear to me, but I do hope they still exist somewhere outside of a Honda frame. Judging from the decorations heaped on the doors and their frames, the cars themselves must have been beautiful.
Hiking into the ghost town with enough gear to live there for a few days, if we wanted.
I am not sure what this machine does, but I have a hunch that it husks and cleans the sugar beets as they come into the plant. It is certainly the biggest single piece of equipment in any of the mills.
A divot to let more light and air into the building.
The approach to the dock is rigidly geometric. I always thought its outline was beautiful against the lake that, by contrast, was always moving.
Spots of yellow gravel mark gold mines with nothing left on the surface. Is this one of the drainage pipes?
Because the shaft is nearly vertical, rocks riding inside shift a lot. To keep them from breaking down the door and raining into the shaft.