The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
A cloud moves across the attic in front of the window. How? A photographer’s secret.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
Shells of mixing buildings.
The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Knowing that a tornado just passed nearby is less distressing when you’re surrounded by nuclear-attack-hardened buildings.
Looking across the spired rooftop of the Kirkbride building. In the foreground is a fire chute that contains a metal spiral slide designed to evacuate patients in case of a fire. Note the ironwork on the chimney.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.