Abandonment Issues: Marmoraton Magnetite Mine

Descending into pitch blackness, that's where i found myself at the end of the video. Concrete chunks crunched under my feet. Concrete chunks that once made up a substantial portion of the outer wall. An outer wall once barricaded by thick metal bars. But no more. Apparently between my two visits to the Marmora Mine, someone somehow removed the bars and destroyed a sizable portion of the wall. Fortunately, it was a jerm-sized hole. Once inside, the scattered remains of concrete chunks rested atop the rusted metal staircase, and menacingly thudded to the ground below with bellowing echoes, as my feet blindly kicked them over the edge. I descended all three stories of darkness, alone, but i'm getting ahead of myself.

This past Sunday, the weather was all over the map, much like we have been of late. Waves of light snowfall glistened in the small rays of sunshine peeking through a dark cloud cover. Occasionally, a remarkably blue sky revealed itself for a few brief moments, only to be swallowed up by the blackening clouds, again and again. Massive clusters of icicles were clinging to the walls of the open pit.







The buildings themselves are merely shells of rusted metal and a conveyor belt, wrapped in yellow fragments of shattered asbestos siding. It appears that vandalism by rocks is the likely culprit for the broken asbestos siding. Most likely youths that were unaware that it was made of asbestos and that asbestos is only harmful when it is disturbed.







The long hallway into the sky houses a conveyor belt and a walkway. The conveyor belt is still somewhat in tact, but the walkway has been dismantled in some places to discourage people from climbing it. My fear of heights can be paralyzing at times, and this day had a couple of frightful scares. I ascended the long hallway into the sky, climbing and maneuvering through welded metal obstructions, and hanging on for dear life as i traversed the areas where the walkway has been removed. As i got too high for comfort, i started to rush, that's when it happened. A large piece of metal fell to the ground in front of me, a grate from the walkway. I froze in full-on panic mode, watching it fall for seconds and then disappear completely into the deep snow. I held on so tight that i could feel the cold of the metal bars through my gloves. Then i turned around, scared, and ever so slowly descended the long hallway to the ground.









Inside the building with the jerm-sized hole, several large machine parts were left to rust. Above the hole, there is a control room with a green door, that can be climbed up into.









And so here i was, descending into blackness. The first floor down was illuminated by the holes at the top of the staircase, beyond that, the darkness and nothingness overwhelms. Me clicking my flashlight on and off in some sort of mental masturbation. Pointing my camera into pitch blackness and shooting whatever happened to be in frame.





Here's where the other scare took place. After going through this doorway and turning right, i came across a set of closed green doors with shattered windows. As i pushed them open simultaneously and stepped forward into this new room i quickly realized that there was no floor and it was a straight drop into the room below. I spun around, reaching out my arms, and my camera swung around my neck and smacked me in the chin. I thought about my mom in the following moments, spanking me with a strip of plastic race car track because i was doing something stupid. The cameras parenting technique was not heeding results however, as i ignored its plea, and continued traveling downward.





Around the corner and up a short ladder, the light completely disappeared. With the click of my flashlight i found myself standing on a mound of dirt with a wheelbarrow rusting to the point of disintegration before me. Around another corner my flashlight caught something huge, a rusted machine with a ladder, which of course i had to climb.





Continuing downward I realized that this machine was three stories deep underground, and was connected to a large spinner on the ground floor, high above. Pitch blackness and rusted metal machinery was all that was to be seen on the lower floors. Well, that and the frozen mass of water leaking in through the ground from the open pit lake that is directly adjacent. The conveyor belt also connects here.







I ascended slowly, with very little use of my flashlight. Brief flashes followed by tentative footsteps, growing evermore confident. I started to jog when i saw the light beyond the wheelbarrow, then remembered about the wheelbarrow, which i would have tripped over if i hadn't stopped. Down the ladder, up the stairs, into the light, around the corner, up the stairs, into the light, through the hole, I kissed my wife.

After an hour or so of photographing and exploring further on ground level, we began the trek down the rounded hill of the open pit. Since the mines closure, underground streams and accumulation of rainwater have filled two-thirds of the open pit. In fact, it is now officially classified as a lake. The snow was much deeper on the haulage roads into the pit, which slowed us down. The frozen waterfalls of icicles were very blue when viewed up close, a sign of the oxygen within.



This sign that is conveniently located on site has all the information about the mines history.



here are some more photos from the Marmora Mine...





















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**October 2014**

After standing vacant for decades, the remaining buildings at the Marmora Mine site were demolished in the summer of 2014.

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Abandonment Issues: Kodak 9

A picture is worth a thousand words, but at Kodak 9, the bent up bottom corner of a metal door is priceless. That is if you haven't yet found the underground passage to what was once an adjacent building. A tunnel disappearing off into darkness at the end of a well-worn path of boot prints in the fresh snow. A tunnel atop a frozen mass of water that floods the first floor of the building perennially come spring. And once inside, the extent of the water damage is glaringly obvious, as is the fire damage. Graffiti is everywhere, it's truly beautiful. Everything about these moments is so ephemeral, these places we seek out and explore, not only our moments in them as individuals, but as a species. It's astonishing how quickly nature and man can team up to reclaim a space once it is no longer occupied. Kodak Building 9 is located in Toronto and is the last building still standing in what used to be a large complex that until it's closing in 2005 made up the Kodak processing plant. It is located on one of the largest pieces of undeveloped land in the GTA.

“Check out MANR...both sides” My wife Ninja IX exclaims behind me at the top of the stairs from the road we had spotted the building from earlier, noting the MANR tag hanging over the edge of the building. I was panting from the brief walk up a short staircase as it had only been a week since i quit smoking and we had just explored the Regal Constellation Hotel and climbed it's 15 storey tower a half an hour earlier. But that's for the next post. Boot-prints in the new snow circled the Kodak 9 building much-like a worn down track seen in the cages of zoo animals. Which direction you follow the tracks determines which P.O.E. you will be led to, at least on this day. We went left and discovered that some kind individual had done a civil service and bent up the bottom of a metal door enough for us to climb through. Boarded up and tagged by mostly toys on the outside, the true beauty of this gem is encapsulated within. Street art and graffiti now fills the space that once housed the employee buildings gym/auditorium, cafeteria, weight room and change rooms. The stage is collapsing, ceiling tiles falling, windows sharp and jagged. The cold bitter January wind whistles down the staircases to the rear of both stage right and stage left. Proof of several fires are evident here. Two beautiful pieces adorn the back wall of the stage and can be seen owning the stage from the projector room several stories up the other side. On stage, a chalk character drawn to a piece of wood amongst the electrical panels caught my eye, as i turned a message written on the wall at the bottom of the stairs stole my attention. In bright red marker, 'go up there'. And so we did. Staircases and hallways littered with broken glass fragments and paint chips crackling under our feet. Which of course is the soundtrack to abandoned urban exploration. The weight room is situated above the stage, the only proof of this is a sign that remains reading WEIGHTLIFTERS MUST USE A SPOTTER THE COMPANY CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR...the rest of the sign is tagged over. On the next floor up is a small single room, again, nothing but graffiti and wind inhabiting these areas. Winding back down and around two stories for our entrance on stage for our second act, both of us, snapping photos and videotaping the vast amounts of colourful street art and graffiti, the peeling paint, the shattered glass.

As the second act began with our descent to the stage, it was ninja breaking the silence yet again...

“It's so chaotic” echoed from the staircase behind me in her soft voice. I didn't say anything. I walked to the front of the stage, looking out at the empty audience of tags and trash, mouth ajar, as if the right words were about to escape somehow. I had a brief thought about the laughter and the energy that once existed here. As i opened my mouth again to speak i was interrupted by a thunderous noise that echoed throughout the whole building, making us both jump. What sounded like god himself knocking down the ceiling was just a door being blown shut by the harsh winds that rush through the upper floors. As we began to laugh, two more sets of people came into Kodak 9 with cameras in tow, likely following our tracks, as we did the tracks before us. After a second run through the south-side of the building and a trip to the roof, we exited the same way we entered. Back outside the bent door, we got up from the ground and brushed off the snow before finishing the lap of the building. Led by the footprints of others right to the mouth of the tunnel, which of course I had to explore as well. This building is always accessible, bring flashlights and cameras.

The irony was not lost on us that Kodak closed this processing plant in 2005 because of advances in digital photography and it is now flocked to by a pilgrimage of digital photographers.

A highlight for me was discovering this monster shit by the homie grom...

A quick wander back to the car and a quick drive to Symes Waste Transfer Station followed. But that too is for another post. In the meantime, enjoy these photos by The IX's of Kodak IX.

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