I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
A fallen branch smashed out this skylight years ago, and since then the bees have found this tiny toilet a perfect home. This is part of the hotel where employees slept.
A long exposure of the city glow illuminating the roof, highlighting the victorian and gothic influences on the brew house.
Why the elevator cars were removed or who removed them is unclear to me, but I do hope they still exist somewhere outside of a Honda frame. Judging from the decorations heaped on the doors and their frames, the cars themselves must have been beautiful.
One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.
This part of the roundhouse was being brought down by rain and gravity.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Some of the plants growing out of the walls of the power plant.
An abandoned ranch on the east side of the tracks. This was not the Colmor Cutoff they were waiting for.