These Twin Cities kisses Sound like clicks and hisses. We all tumbled down and Drowned in the Mississippi River. -The Hold Steady
Either the company was pulling parts from this evaporator to use as parts for other plants, or the last thing the workers did was to get this machine ready for the next campaign. Either way, plans changed.
This belt-run axle ran a turbine (now gone) to blow fresh air into the mine.
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
Pozo Mine, the most menacing mine building I’ve ever seen. Black and white film, shot with the Fuji GX680, a beast of a camera.
Standing where the Standard Oil’s boiler used to sit; the coal room is on the right, and would have been filled from trackside.
A steel powder keg serves as a door prop on the static-proof wood core floor. Note the ‘XXX’ marking to the left of the double door.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
I included this image to illustrate the height of the headgrame and the distance between it and the hoist house. Of course, compared with the depth of the mine shaft, this distance is short.