Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
An abandoned house at Tilston, MB.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
The fences helped discourage patients from throwing themselves down the stairs.
One of the pair of motors that powered this mine shaft. In the 1950s, this shaft was designated a rescue shaft, and was only maintained for emergencies. One reason that Cheratte built Shaft 3 nearby was because these motors and infrastructure did not have the capacity that the giant mine below called for.
A midwestern jungle surrounds the meat packing plant.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?