One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
Kate shooting the cascade of rotten boards and steel siding that is Chain O’ Mines’ gold mill. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
A view from the loft in the shipping/receiving building, where the crane operator would step into his cab.
We people are so small.
How many buildings are in this pile of blocks? Not as many as there are piles, I can bet you.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
The second floor was hit by arson years ago, but it still carries the telltale features of its original design, specifically the woodwork below the roof.
Even with a hundred people parked in front of the lakeside relic, it was invisible.