This part of the roundhouse was being brought down by rain and gravity.
Ceiling light fixtures sit on a broken gurney.
Near the guard post protecting the launch pad at the Duluth BOMARC is an orange windsock.
In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
From left to right: shaft building, headframe, rock house, hoist house.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
Looking toward Old Taylor Distillery from the roof of Old Crow.