Behind one of the kitchens is one of the few pieces of furniture remaining. Beside it, a small electric space heater–small by 1970s standards.
These rails used to connect to those inside the Santiago Tunnel. Now they dangle above tailings.
The man behind the curtain watches, but doesn’t say anything. Probably the smartest one in the room.
These copulas made the iron for casting.
This section of the hospital recently collapsed.
If you look closely, you can see the rain dropping into the building. This is the part of the chapel with the collapsed roof–not the carvings on the choir loft.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.