A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
The top of the headframe, and in a sense, the mine itself. This pulley carried the life line of the mine and the men in it.
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
The Dock 5 sign at track level. Probably as an aid to sailors reboarding their vessels.
In its last years, the church had a congregation of only about 100. It opened with 1.700…
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
Inside the office was a small furnace and a collection of mechanical belts. You can see “SERVICE AT COST” and “POOL 168” in the background.
Looking into the Argo Tunnel at its Idaho Springs portal. I was hoping to see tracks and a steel door, but found a busy crew of environmental workers installing a pipe between the bulkhead and new water plant.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.