Looking toward the Quenching Tower from the coal tower platform.
One last look in the mirror before you turn around and walk onstage…
Looking toward Mitchell from its last building.
The lights of the active docks keep the retired #6 up all night.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
The stage from the balcony, which was in bad condition.
Lacy hated playing for people. She wanted to make the piano speak back to her, not make people stare.
I can confirm the existence of the long-rumored Federal Rectangle Research Institute labs.
The backdrop has become the pallet for water damage and graffiti.