From the boarded-up choir loft above the chapel, minutes after sunrise. Obviously local kids have long had their way with this landmark.
Early bird gets the blast furnace. You gotta love that ore yard gantry crane.
A long exposure of the launch pad and its dedicated guard shack. In the middle of the base is a tall antenna which was part of the MARS program during the Gulf War. The MARS program helped connect calls between deployed soldiers and their families.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
Everything had to be tested before being sent to the front lines. Here’s where smaller ammunition would be test-fired. I was able to dig up several misfired rounds. Now they live in my collection of oddities.
It’s a small world… look at it.
National Mine and its rockhouse (?) as seen from Mammoth Hill. From this angle, I am fairly certain this was a crushing and sorting house. The bottom looks like it has two aerial tram doors as well.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.