Steel mine hoists, near the place they worked, wait for scrap prices to justify their final removal from Osceola, Michigan.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
I found a face.
The house of the NorShor is surprisingly large, even divided in half. It seems unthinkable that this stage has been empty for so long.
Taken from the most forward part of the windlass room to show how the front of the ship opens up from the front wedge. Note the giant anchor chains and foam strapped to the frontmost beam.
The boilers are gone, but round brick portals remain where they used to meet the walls of the boiler room. Behind it appears to be the coal bunker itself.
…a little close for comfort.
I am sure even the workers had trouble remembering which pillar hid the phone. Note the “ON” written on the electrical socket, too.
A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.
It will be a good harvest.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
The missiles were stored without fuel, to help prevent mishaps. This is the fuel pumping building and one of the tanks.
One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
Captured bolts for a pressure cooker on an industrial scale.
A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.
One of the prettier Humphry Manlifts in Minneapolis, in my opinion.
Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
The control room for Manitoba Pool Elevator #3 was the most modern of any I saw in Thunder Bay. Apparently, 25 men were working on the day this elevator shut down.
This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
A self portrait.
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
This picture shows the challenges of moving around underground in the base.
Fly ash, kicked up by downdrafts, rise again up the smokestack that is the signature feature of the plant. It’s a steel top hat.
Looking through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
This belt-run axle ran a turbine (now gone) to blow fresh air into the mine.
The belts on these mills have long ben missing.
Above the old machine shop is a packing building and a crate of cardboard label rolls.
The side of Stelco and its scrubber-stacks. This is demolished now.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
One of the many exposed steam tunnels, unearthed by erosion and broken into by farm tractors and bored kids.
The first step of the filtering process is being spun through this tube.
Scrappers tried to take this steel pulley out of Fisher, but it proved too heavy.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
If there were no other options, operators could climb this ladder from the Communications Room to the surface, after opening two heavy steel hatches, of course.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
A set of air intakes and exhaust pipes over the buried communications and control equipment rooms.
The mostly-empty distilling room is easy to spot from the outside because of the distinctive round window.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
Perhaps this office was for a film studio or music producer.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.
Shells of mixing buildings.
An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.
1904 Sewer Lid in Central Hillside.
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
Spare firebox bricks palleted on the second floor, is if it was going to be repaired.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory.
Part of the back of the distribution boards; the rear of a giant remote transformer switch.
Every elevator has sets of these conveyor switches. Grain comes down through the top chute and the bottom chute rotates to move the flow onto various belts around the plant by gravity. The cross belt is another switch and the bridge belt brings the flow to the other half of the elevator.
Under the monster and its teeth.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
A calendar and comic strip decorate the current pattern shelf in the building which was a coffin factory.
Much of the signage in the mill was hand-drawn.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
Rocket propellant and coolant were stored underground adjacent to the missile silo. This is the hallway that connects the missile area to the propellant area. Walking in this area was nice because the floor was dry.
The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
A place to turn mine carts into different areas of the shops.