The only door into a large windowless concrete room, probably a storage bin. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
I found a historical photo of this room showing 10-foot high machines with wires hanging by the mile from looms and schematic charts.
The buildings were level with one another, so one could look through as many as a dozen factory floors from one window.
Dora, the pagan god of urban explorers, stood little chance off Alfred Street.
Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
I love when moss grows indoors… one of the little pleasures of exploring abandonments.
A buck-fifty shot for a postcard stand. Taken from the Stone Arch Bridge.
An elevator is reflected in the flooded footprint of Spencer & Kellogg. These trains are in storage for the winter.