Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
An interesting crane in the back of the machine shop. It seems very light duty, so I am not certain what it was used for.
These racks lined many of the floors, although I couldn’t decipher their purpose. Tastes like duotone…
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
The nurse’s station on this floor, a ward still in its original design, featured a half-door where patients could get their medicine. Portra 160.
Standing between pockets 1 and 2. You brought hearing protection, right?
Looking out of the brewhouse toward the river.
The main stage and the retired (and in this instance, scrambled) marquee that will be repaired and reinstalled above Superior Street. A former manager of the building I used to photograph Nopeming with told me that the letters for the Art Deco tower are stored somewhere in the NorShor to this day, but I did not see them (and frankly, I doubt it).