Unravelled

A truck loading dock for raw materials. Looking at the concrete, you can sort of tell where the rails used to run.

Rogers Mine is one of the most structurally sound mines in the Iron River area that isn’t part of a museum.

Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.

In a strange loft next to the brewhouse are these twin kettles, which seem much older than the main kettles in the brewhouse.

A long exposure in the crane cab at sunset throws a bit of color into the bleak yellow glows between the windows and car shaker.

It was a strange choice, although I appreciate it, for the firm reusing the shops to brick up the doorways while leaving the doors.

The smokestack for the sintering plant included a big blower room, to launch the fumes into the atmosphere and away from the town. What could go wrong?

An old fashioned lift.

Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.