In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
The buildings were level with one another, so one could look through as many as a dozen factory floors from one window.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
Taking a midwinter hike in Cramer after a blizzard and ice storm was my idea. Do my friends seem upset to you? Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.