Looking through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
Looking toward Mitchell from its last building.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
Train-mounted snowplows pushed the snow through the fence and against the old offices.
The front door to the auditorium.
This is what the mine shops look like from the road between Gaastra, MI and Rogers Location (formerly Bates, MI). The community was renamed for the mine, probably under the heavy influence of M.A. Hanna.
The basement held a makeshift chapel.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.
These ruins of buildings recovered acid from the explosives line to be recycled.