The wood block floor is beginning to sprout, but not much can live here.
A multi-family home with an attic bedroom. The staircase was unstable, to say the least.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
Shells of mixing buildings.
Solvent pumping buildings, designed to explode upwards rather than outwards in an emergency, are forgotten near the milkweed.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.
The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.