One last look in the mirror before you turn around and walk onstage…
A sign in the desolate cafeteria.
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.
An original stencil-brushed sign.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
An old nurse’s station (you can tell because of the half-door with table) with torn-up tiles. Notice through the curved doorway that even the ceiling has a curvature.