Model: Ryan. On the second floor between wooden joists and massive, inert lighting is simply nothing but warped wood, stained with crane grease.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
This is the former air compressor house–one of them, at least–which turned steam power into air power to drive machinery across the production line.
Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.
The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
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.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness.
Some small candles light one of the few surviving tunnels that once linked buildings on the campus with the steam plant. In winter, it was common for patients to be transported through these to avoid the cold, and during the Cold War these served as nuclear fallout shelters.