Looking toward downtown, one is reminded that when Stahlmann built here in 1855 that it was on the very edge of the city.
The tower of Dominion certainly dominates the elevator row.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
Early bird gets the blast furnace. You gotta love that ore yard gantry crane.
One of the three ovens where the powder would be heater to over 2000 degrees… hot enough to fuse iron, but not hot enough to liquify it.
The turned rail was to prevent runaway cars from going over the end of the dock and into the lake.
A midwestern jungle surrounds the meat packing plant.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.