I am not sure what this structure is, but it seems to be put together like a gold mill. It existed in 1952, and seems to be from about that period.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
The locker room was out of a zombie movie.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
Moss growing where the sunlight sneaks through the boarded windows.
Maximum capacity exceeded.
A rail maintenance building. I liked the color of the tree against the peeling red paint.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.