Looking across the whole milling operation from its dedicated powerhouse stretching across Eagle River.
The copula stacks were fitted with scrubbers. Making metal is a very polluting activity.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
The St. Louis County Sheriff constantly patrols the property looking for trespassers.
A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
The BOMARC launch buildings are spaced on a large concrete pad that looks like a parking lot. Out of view are underground pipes for fueling and cooling the rocket motors.