The first 800 or so feet of the tunnel is finished with reinforced concrete. The test is raw stone. This is the spot where it switches. Side note: nailing this shot on film is one of my proudest light-painted moments.
Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7. The office (first floor), laboratory (second floor) and mill behind it. Everything was clean and pristine.
Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices.
The sterile room where yeast was grown for the fermentation process. Thanks much, my little alcohol-excreting buddies.
One evening I spent an hour lighting tea candles through the tunnels below the elevator. It was a magical transformation.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
A string of vehicles have found death at Packard recently. Usually they are simply driving up ramps and pushed off the rooftops, but this one seemed destined for a worse fate. Found in the far corner of the far building.
A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
One of the machines left over in the underground magnetic separation plant.