The playground used to be near the school which is now in ruins.
The main street of the ghost town is also the maintenance road for the BNSF line that bisects Colmor.
Looking out of the “back door”, where equipment could be lifted into the factory with a crane. The bottom of the coal conveyor can be seen outside.
Another. Planet. Coal crushers and the coke loading line.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.