Dust explosions were a real risk for grain mills. These funnels helped to filter the air in the mill.
The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
Soft rain on Vulcan’s ashy pyre… Both of these peaks are dead volcanos, too hard to be totally washed away by storms. As a result, they seem to rise dramatically from the flat valley.
This is a 1956 furnace. It was used to forge wheels, casings, and parts for the axel shop.
Exploring Dock 4 was a very different experience, since it was almost all metal.
On top of the light hoop, 160-feet up, a ship comes into port, ready to load-up. If you look really close, you can see my shadow cast on the dock below, courtesy of the full moon.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson
A hole straight to hell. Stay away!
Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.