The superstructure for the sea-leg skyways serves no purpose now… the offices are bricked up, too. Why?
This is one of the rooms near Shaft 1 that was converted to be a Dry Room, where workers would wash and change between shifts.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
Fancy spikes to help keep suicidal patients from climbing the fence and leaping down the stairs.
Exploring Dock 4 was a very different experience, since it was almost all metal.
Much of the mill is wooden–even the larger chutes.
Beautiful doors separated the boiler room and the sugar mill. Can you imagine the gracefully curving steps in a power plant today?
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.