A 8-foot-tall volume indicator that could be read from across the beet boiler floor–convenient when the controls are 20 feet away.
Steam pipes snake up the walls like vines, but with asbestos.
Looking up to the second floor of the Nitrating House, where cotton would be soaked in nitric acid. These brought cotton into the building.
Police tape marks were kids got hurt in the past… probably from falling from the unstable catwalk above.
The exterior of one of the administrative wings.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
This building looked like some sort of office.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.