In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
This is a typical view of the factory; most of it was long hallways flanked by piles of equipment and access points to maintain them.
From an unsteady perch atop the blast furnace, the morning light began to leach into the complex below.
A twin-engine crew pushes full taconite cars onto Dock 6.
The control room for the whole of the plant. Sinterband here means one of the sintering lines. Temperatures, gasses, mixtures, speeds, and so on were centrally controlled here.
These dump cars moved copper ore to the top of the furnaces… it’s about two stories above ground level.