Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
Moisture and temperature changes have hoisted the wooden floors of the first floor classrooms.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
Note the really old carvings in the mineral-stained sandstone on the walls and ceiling. This little cave was walled-off on one end, making me wonder what the area was for. Lighting is a set of three candles and two LED flashlights and a cigarette.
A polaroid (FP100c, actually) of the newer grain car dumper.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.