When I see this picture, I imagine that I am an ant exploring a mushroom farm.
On the top floor of one of the old wards, the slanted roofline makes the this group room more claustrophobic. Portra 160.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Some of the ruins are way off the beaten path… foundations of tank stands and pillars of buildings that never had walls or roofs.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
Mushroom pillars hold up the dreams of so many, the profits of so few.
Castle, Montana is a ghost town. Almost no signs remain that it was a mining town.
You can see almost ever level of the factory from this spot.