Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
These aluminum powder kegs were forgotten in storage.
A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
The arches of the Twohy building, before some of the signs and sills were painted in 2015.
This part of the roundhouse was being brought down by rain and gravity.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.
Looking toward Sleeping Giant from the workhouse.
The roof of the elevator was partly lit naturally with six big skylights. The less electricity pumped into a grain elevator, the less chance of a grain dust explosion.