Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
A photo from my first trip, although very little has changed in this area of the building except for the level of graffiti. I love skylights, don’t you?
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.
“W.N. ’86”. Brick Graffiti Series.
Ava between ammo warehouses and railroads.
Moon of M.R. 5-22-1985. Brick Graffiti Series.
Postcards and snapshots in a high elevator office.
The Sunnyside Mill, excepting the stained rebar, seems like part of the mountain.