Trees by the beautiful Nurse’s Cottage above and behind the Kirkbride. One side looks out over farmland while the other faces the back of the hospital grounds. As of 2014, the city is allowing artists to rent spaces inside.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
Devan setting up his 4×5 camera.
Aaron by the concentrator.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.
When I saw this section, I knew the dock was abandoned.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.