“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
Camera: Pentax 67. Film: Kodak Ektar 100.
Before the gold could be extracted, the rock was turned to powder. Depending on the size of the steel balls inside the mill, the rock would be reduced to a certain size. So, multiple mills were usually used in stages.
The valley is full of rocky peaks that stand out from the winding creeks, which only truly run after storms. It is a very beautiful place.
Here you can see the end of the scrapping phase in 2011.
The bottom of the elevator which seemed too modern for the building. The top of the elevator opens into open air, as the second floor has long since collapsed.