This tree caught my eye. Note the bench swing near it. Portra 160.
Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles.
Giant chunks of cooled slag form an island near Mud Lake.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
The porch of the Gustavson House with the southern San Juan range in the background. Bring your own rocking chair…