The top of the annex was bare except for these holes into the silos below.
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.
The staircase going to the second floor balcony is gone, giving a clear view of the first floor porch.
For reasons unknown, this building’s concrete was designed a little thinly. It reminds me of a Chicago, IL building constructed during WWI when concrete and steel were strictly rationed and many buildings went up with insufficient superstructures. I do not have a build date for this one yet.
It was interesting that, even though storms had carried the wooden walkway that stretched under the dock, these piles of spilled taconite remain where they had dropped.
They remodeled, apparently.
The offices, cleared out pending fire inspection. Now it’s full of stuff again.
You can tell from the marks on the wall that there used to be pipes running the length of this square hallway, which connected a loading dock with explosive mixers.
These pools looked into the cribbing below the concrete.