In case power was lost, this manual signal could direct trains on and off the taconite trestle. Turning the pole would change the color of the light on top and the shape of the metal flags.
The mine is sandwiched between village townhomes.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
In the far back of the cellars there are some old bottles. This arch shows an old entrance to the cellars, now collapsed.
This picture shows the challenges of moving around underground in the base.
Scrappers tried to take this steel pulley out of Fisher, but it proved too heavy.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.