After demolition in the mid 2000s, this interior door became exterior. I remember walking through the car shed as a teenager. It was a shortcut, if I didn’t get caught.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Would you wait and risk getting flooded out, or intentionally get minor burns?
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
A door covered in pen graffiti.
Looking toward Mitchell from its last building.
In this photo you see three lives of Lyric: 1.) The Art Deco murals showing the Vaudeville background; 2.) The suspended ceiling put in when the building was converted for film; 3.) The explorers, photographers and others who worked in and on the building before its final demolition.
A typical Chateau wall. Kodak Tri-X 400 in Leica M7.