Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
Near the guard post protecting the launch pad at the Duluth BOMARC is an orange windsock.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
Kurth bears a ghost sign. Recently, its main sign was destroyed by graffiti artists in 2015.
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.
Sunrise over Mill Hell, and all of Kurth’s various skyways. The elevators in the foreground date to the mid-1920s, Electric Steel is behind and is a little earlier than that.
Cheratte lives on in the shadow of its abandoned coal mine, although most of the shops are abandoned and many of the city’s landmarks have fallen into disrepair. Like other Belgian mining towns, those who have stayed in the town have kept up their apartments, so much of the company-building duplexes and homes are in great condition.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.