I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
Sunbeams under the sintering belt. Support cradles for the wires crossing the factory are falling down.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
The screen and mineral stained window cross-processed the sky.
Frankie on the White Pine Mine vehicle access shaft. The mine was traditional inside… all room-and-pillar.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.