Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
I believe these hooks were meant for hanging filters to dry.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Carter Color used to occupy this block.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
A tunnel connecting the two larger caves in the hill; those that Jacob vented in the rear. The vents are still extant!
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
Where the approach meets the dock.
The middle section of the smokestacks were coal hoppers, and this device would load the coal into the hoppers from the conveyor belt it rode across. The bottom section of the stacks were storage rooms while the very top were, surprise, chimneys for the power plant.