A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
The guard shack protecting the Nike launch pad.
For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
Below the pressure gauges are rows of little pipe fitting drawers.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Looking through the hole where a glass pane once was at the Columbus Mine ruins, just south of Animas Forks. It was quiet when I took the picture, but for the gurgle of the nearby Animas River.
Judging by the bed, this room was used by employees in its later years.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.