Footprints of houses past; tailings of mines past.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
I wonder how polluted that water is.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
On the outside of the steel silos and headhouse is a riveted bulge that does not look like the silos. Inside is this elevator, a rudimentary (read: dangerous) and old (read: dangerous) freight elevator.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.
The Calumet Elevator offices used to be flanked on both sides by rails. Now, only one side has engines running on it.