The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
“GREETING FROM BEAUTIFUL GARY–WISH YOU WERE HERE!” My postcard shot.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
Below the factory floor is a network of hallways and tunnels, all flooded with water.
This section retains water and is mostly shaded, so moss has found a way to live in the concrete.
The ruins of the the Hubert Mine over the ruins of Nevadaville. Its ore was taken through the town to a mill below it.
A snapshot to show what the tunnels look like at the end of a flashlight beam–no candles, no colored flashlights.