In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Looking up at the remodeled projection booth from the small stage.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
Looking across the mountain tramway from an abandoned house in Gilman.
A scene on the balcony.
“Cutting torch.” The remains of a catwalk now leads to void on the sintering floor, four stories over the next solid footing. Only two staircases led to the top floor, some half dozen others were cut off for scrap.
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.