Lobby

This belt-run axle ran a turbine (now gone) to blow fresh air into the mine.

A color study of the rotting donated clothes in the former GB&S Machine Shop.

Mushroom pillars hold up the dreams of so many, the profits of so few.

A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.

At the top of the elevator was a distribution room to direct the grain onto conveyor belts below.

Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.

One of the machines left over in the underground magnetic separation plant.

Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.

The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.