This miner locker room has probably never been so clean.
The stairs of this elevator had their landings removed long ago to keep vandals grounded.
Timbers overlap where mine cars plunged, a strange wooden fence traced the center of the beams.
A white star marks the landing between the Keeper’s Quarters (Second Floor) and the radiobeacon and furnace rooms (First Floor).
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
A small bunker and blast wall between shell-loading buildings would have provided shelter during disasters, such as tornados, accidental explosions, and perhaps even enemy attacks.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
These stairs lead to the balcony.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.