Building Wave

Looking at the headframe for Shaft 3 from the tower for Shaft 1. Below is the roof of the Dry House. It was hard to remind myself that these building have been abandoned longer than I’ve been alive.

Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.

In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.

In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.

A failed squat at the plant. A massive electric storm (see photos) ruined this otherwise perfect flop.

The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.

After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.

I’m not sure, actually, whether this was an outhouse (right), but it seems likely. In any case, it was connected by a covered staircase to the Bunk House (left). The soil here was not all tailings, so there is a bit of thick grass–almost the only in sight!

The balcony used to be beautiful, you say. I say, it still is.