A closeup of the finely-carved seats in the house, presumably original to the Sattler. There are not too many of these in this kind of condition. If you have a better name for this figure than Cordelia, leave a comment.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
The last wooden school chair survives—almost intact—by being jammed between a pipe and the ceiling of the boiler room.
Stairs and power lines enter the abandoned depot. Shingles slide off the rotten roof. Ektar 100/Mamiya 6
A detailed look at the side of one of the thousands of transformer boxes in the war city.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.