The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
The copula where molten metal would pour is on the left. It seems the whole floor was covered in ash in front of it.
A new loading shed to fill train cars.
This is the building with the water tower on top, full of Barcol stuff that did not sell at auction and not worth the trouble to scrap.
Sunbeams under the sintering belt. Support cradles for the wires crossing the factory are falling down.
I believe these hooks were meant for hanging filters to dry.