The view into one of the asylum rooms of Norwich Hospital. A long time ago, a window broke, letting the vines crawling up the bricks outside to move indoors and across the floor.
Pocket door and light switches in the upper control room, at the top of the spiral staircase.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
Thanks to the demolition (I’ll never say that again), the inner structure of the bins are revealed. So much wood!
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
A big sliding fire door opens onto a train dock.
William Duncan built this house for his family in 1879. It has become one of the most popular structures in the ghost town of Animas Forks.
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 warped mirror in the rock crusher at the rear of the complex.