Drafter’s Tunnel

The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground.

There isn’t much left of the factory offices.

Hand-shooting 4×5 underground. Must be Kate Hunter.

I loved to spend time in the Hamm’s caves in my teen years. It was cold, wet, but it felt familiar and had its share of surprises.

The quality assurance labs were no doubt a busy place.

I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.

When the Mitchell project is complete, I’ll miss the textures on the face of the boiler.

The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.

Smashed TVs and stone foundations in a former common room in the basement.