The portal facing Taconite Harbor (at a healthy distance) is mostly closed. Some kids put bullet holes in it. Shooting down a long tunnel is extremely dangerous, and you should not do it, obviously. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Ducking the steam lines overhead between the mixers and compressors, a water tower says “good morning,” right past the slack power lines. This is the sleepy uptown of the war city.
The boiler doors are beautiful, and feature the name of the smelter and mine company. If you like these, check my article on the Mitchell Yards of Hibbing, MN.
One of the old cooperage buildings is largely unchanged from when it was built. The raised section of the building houses a crane.
Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.