This section of the production floor was constantly dripping. Someone had laid down giant plastic sheeting to attempt to protect the lower floors, but it hasn’t worked.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
A self portrait on a tire swing outside the Service Building.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
Kansas is known for tornados. Think ‘Wizard of Oz’. That, considered with the fact that the workers were surrounded by bombs and bomb making materials called for lots of earthen shelters, just in case.
One of thousands in the complex. Part of a series of photographs where I capture the number “13” in industrial settings.
In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.