Between blizzards on the hill, I look out over the Chateau. Kodak Portra 400 on Voightlander Bessa.
When I saw this section, I knew the dock was abandoned.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
Candy jar molds, in the far corner of the paint shop.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
I love that the administration building–almost 100 years old now–still carries the original name.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
A 16-minute exposure from the roof of an abandoned building shows the aurora borealis and streaking stars.
Looking north from the east portal of the tunnel… a beautiful place. Wilderness. Mamiya 6/Portra 160