The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
These machines circulated water through the powder from the ball mills. Gold and silver is heavier than gravel, so it sinks while the junk rock floats.
One of the generators, weeks before it was taken apart to be shipped to another power plant somewhere else.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.
The top of the giant arched windows facing the Mississippi and the swing bridge.