A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
I’ve been in a lot of different mines. Some on tours, some not. If you pass through Howardsville, Colorado without going on the Old Hundred Mine Tour, you’re missing out. This is what Santiago Tunnel looked like in the 1940s when it was near the end of its life.
One of the underground creeks in Duluth, somewhere under the East Hillside neighborhood.
A gate large enough to accommodate a missile, next to the ruins of the guard shack. Wyoming is the intersection of lonely and beautiful.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
The upper sections of Brewery Creek have stone floors and brick ceilings. It’s beautiful–for a sewer.