When a big motor rusted free of its ceiling mount, it smashed onto this workbench.
In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
A natural stone floor in Brewery Creek’s upper path has been worn smooth.
Looking through skylights of the payroll office toward the Cheratte No.1’s tower. This is where workers would wait in line to receive pay, surrounded by the mine workings.
Don’t know what’s heavier… the bricks or shadows.
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.
The last of four radar domes on the base.
The roof had structures bigger than most buildings in South Bend.
This elevator came crashing down, perhaps from the topmost floor. I wonder what it sounded like.