Looking toward a void–formerly a hallway to the mineshaft–now a hole in the ground.
Rogers Mine is one of the most structurally sound mines in the Iron River area that isn’t part of a museum.
This room on the top floor of one of the oldest buildings has seemingly not changed since it was adapted for employee use. Some sections of the hospital were adapted for staff to live in. Paying Patient Ward–where capable patients were separated from wards of the state.
Frankie and Quarantine pictured.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
A long exposure in the wind, lit by airport lights.
This tree caught my eye. Note the bench swing near it. Portra 160.
Negative twenty looks much warmer in retrospect, wouldn’t you say? Taken through the window of a gantry crane cab.