Group Portrait

David Aho, the owner of Mitchell Engine House, poses beside the boiler.

Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.

The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.

When I see this picture, I imagine that I am an ant exploring a mushroom farm.

There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.

Some of the earlier buildings were dressed up with brick facades.

At the top of a skyway that brought fresh-dried cotton into the Nitrating House from the Cotton Dry House. How? Monorail, of course.

The conveyorway between the on-site grain elevator and mill.

I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.