The powerplant was roughly in the middle of the rail works.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
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 Port Arthur elevator row, as seen from the edge of Fort William.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
Giant chunks of cooled slag form an island near Mud Lake.
The side of the administration building. Around the side was a sign instructing potential employees to return on set days and times.
One of the underground creeks in Duluth, somewhere under the East Hillside neighborhood.