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.
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.
An interesting crane in the back of the machine shop. It seems very light duty, so I am not certain what it was used for.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
Imagine with yellow window guards are eyebrows and the open windows are the eyes. This headframe seems a bit curious.
The basement of the laboratories is the home of the ore grinder. I’m sure it was noisy.
Looking at the tallest part of the plant from a skeletal loading dock. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
The seminal architectural feature of the old hospital–the parts built by Illinois Central Railroad–was this staircase. Wide and graceful, adorned with paint chips and fire extinguishers, and leading from offices to surgical suites to the cafeteria.