A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
Wind-battered catwalk lights between the shaft house and headframe/rockhouse building.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
The crane on Dock 2, as seen from Dock 4 right after sunset. Notice the old light tower is warped.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
The stock house tanks were long scrapped for their steel, but what remains gives a sense of what it looked like.
Model: Ryan. On the second floor between wooden joists and massive, inert lighting is simply nothing but warped wood, stained with crane grease.