The ruins of the the Hubert Mine over the ruins of Nevadaville. Its ore was taken through the town to a mill below it.
Looking into the mouth of the hopper which mine carts dumped into at the top of the Concentrator.
The people that stayed here carved bowls from the mesa itself to collect water.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
I get dirty.
At an abandoned castle.
A self portrait on a tire swing outside the Service Building.
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.