In the background you can see the crane, which would in the weeks to follow bring all you see here to the ground.
The gear seems to have fallen the height of the power station and shattered. I wonder what it sounded like…
A typical dwelling in San Luis. I could not tell if it was occupied, but most of the town is abandoned.
I included this image to illustrate the height of the headgrame and the distance between it and the hoist house. Of course, compared with the depth of the mine shaft, this distance is short.
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
Knowing that a tornado just passed nearby is less distressing when you’re surrounded by nuclear-attack-hardened buildings.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
Rows of offices under the power plant, which was in the middle of being demolished during my adventure. Despite the snow, this was meant as an interior.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.