This sign was important when trains ran the length of the elevator.
Taken as I drove out of Silverton, CO. One of my favorite landscapes of 2015. Want a print? Email me!
I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
An unshielded heaframe and single pulley.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.
The building on the right was where parts not assembled onto vehicles would be set in crates for shipment.