A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.
An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.
Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.
I love these heavy rolling doors in the old tobacco processing building.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.
This bedroom built for a tuberculosis patient has been converted into a safe room.