Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
Gopher Ordnance Works, aka the U-Lands, is a landscape where roots and boughs break apart concrete and steel.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.
After a little rain, the roof took on the color of the bright pink letters.
Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.
The old boilers of the steam plant have been mostly gutted to remove loose asbestos.