Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
The dry house is in the worse condition of the remaining buildings. This is where miners would change clothes.
In the barracks.
A collapsing and unstable building.
The entrance to the area where staff could sleep.
The iconic outline of a prairie sentinel. Quintessential rural industrial architecture.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
The walls of a dormitory dissolve in the water flowing through the bad roof.
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