The pockmarked concrete sign of Substation #2 over the control room that faces the highway.
I’m not sure, actually, whether this was an outhouse (right), but it seems likely. In any case, it was connected by a covered staircase to the Bunk House (left). The soil here was not all tailings, so there is a bit of thick grass–almost the only in sight!
A skyway 100 feet above this office crumbled one day. This is what happened when those two met. High-impact love.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
It’s unclear where this walkway once connected. Perhaps there used to be a building here that covered the entrance to the Santiago Tunnel…