Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
This might have been part of the Pioneer Pellet Plant. It looks to be a ball mill, which pulverizes ore by spinning it with thousands of ball bearings.
The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
In case of fire, workers on higher floors would take the emergency slides to escape.
The lights of the active docks keep the retired #6 up all night.