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.
Looking through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?
The man behind the curtain watches, but doesn’t say anything. Probably the smartest one in the room.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
The arches of the Twohy building, before some of the signs and sills were painted in 2015.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.