As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Old hospital beds.
A printing press in the attic of the Reception Hospital.
I love the ‘hats’ on the top of the SWP-4 headhouse. FP-100C.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
The ’59’ is just a reference to that work station. Unfortunately the scrappers beat me to this machine–there was not much left besides the 2-ton shell and this control panel.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.