The top floor of the condemned Russell Miller mill “B”, which would have housed sets of powerful electric motors to power the plant’s dust collectors and grain purifiers.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
These buildings were largely used as concentrators for the crushed rock, although I did spy some small mills inside these too.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.