The conveyor belt prevented cranes from accessing the left side of the dock, so cranes were mounted to the gantry crane to maintain the ore chutes on the side.
Showering red-hot coke fresh from the furnaces near the Coal Tower (in the back) was the Quenching Tower’s duty (front).
Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
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.
This low brick building is interesting to me.
The back of the neon sign before it was converted to LED lighting. The image is mirrored so it can be read.
If there was a problem with the conveyor belt, the grain would go out these chutes.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Beside the half-demolished Thunder Bay Elevator shops and offices (brick building) are some rusting fishing boats. A little bit of SWP #7 is seen in the upper right.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
Dust explosions were a real risk for grain mills. These funnels helped to filter the air in the mill.
Calumet stands at the side of the Union Pacific railyard.
Police tape marks were kids got hurt in the past… probably from falling from the unstable catwalk above.
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.
A look down the 1950s foundry building, moments after sunset.
One of the prettier Humphry Manlifts in Minneapolis, in my opinion.
A custom ladder to cross conveyor belts on the work floor.
The powerplant and its dedicated water tower supplied steam for heating and mechanical work.
Although the caves deviated little in their year-round temperature, it was common to use blocks of ice to cool beer immediately before shipment. This is the ruins of the ice chute.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
The Osborn Block is the prettiest building you’ve never seen in the Twin Ports.
The steel sea leg is so heavy it requires a huge counterweight that travels the height of the elevator.
A small machine shop level.
End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
A panoramic view of the sintering plant’s gas plant (?). Everyone who visits must get a picture of these rusty smokestacks!
The pockmarked concrete sign of Substation #2 over the control room that faces the highway.
The metallic arms of the missile erector, which would stand rockets over the blast pit in the launch position. Medium Format film–cheap but excellent Fomapan 100 in a Pentax 67.
The American Victory next to M, seen late at night.
This miner locker room has probably never been so clean.
The substation has definite structural issues. Pictured is the sidewalk that connected the plant to the company housing.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
This is where the transformers were housed. Note the steel tracks in the floor for moving equipment around the building.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
The depot at the head of town seems to be being disassembled. Behind it is a dead signal where the tracks used to be; they’ve been pulled.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
Just across the North Dakota border, a rusty Milwaukee Road boxcar sits where it was shoved off the mainline. The grain elevator in the background marks the tracks, which is still used by BNSF.
Behind the barge unloader (a Webster for those grain tech nerds out here) that used to extract grain from docked boats. The ladders are fun to climb, even though they get warped and wavy in places. High in the elevator would have been a crane engine that would lift the unloader, packed with a bucket conveyor, while workers would manipulate the direction of the spout with ropes manually. The buckets would rotate, scraping and elevating the grain into the silos above. It’s a rare piece of equipment for the Great Lakes.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
The steam plant could be vertically traversed with this one-man belt driven elevator.
Looking out upon Mill City through the lens of FLOUR, highlighted in pink and low clouds. This sign has recently been converted into LED lighting.
A sort of blender in a powder line building. The top vent had been removed, so leaves and light fall onto the teeth now.
The fantastic red elevator that is Pool #61, built 1928.
Looking through perfectly clear water into an abandoned mine room. My guess is that it contained some pumps to keep the mine dry and equipment related to the elevators.
Looking at the top of the Washburn Crosby elevator from a mirrored window in the Guthrie Theater.
The chapel (left) and surgical suite (straight on) move in an out of view as fog rolls up from the St. Louis River valley.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
Little has changed inside the mill, but since it was built in 1916, many tanks and ancillary buildings have popped up around it.
This side of the mill, which abuts the Great Miami River, is much older than the other side of B Street. You can tell it went through many revisions.
Instead of a pit in the floor, now there is an oversized chessboard here.
The end of the dock, done quickly and cheaply with wood. The towers were for lights, so ships could be loaded at all hours.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.
Not much to the catwalks.
Circa-1960s graffiti. Someone got their ass kicked.
The stage had seen some water damage, but it can (and should) be brought back!
Gulls check in on me while I climb around the roof of one of the train shds of SWP #4. FP-100C.
On the middle level of the Poacher House. For a detailed view of the chart see ‘See Reverse’.
These dump cars moved copper ore to the top of the furnaces… it’s about two stories above ground level.
The train loading tower (left), and elevators. Check out that giant flagpole/lightning rod.
The slit in the left wall was where cables stretched between the mineshaft and the hoist, which was mounted here.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
Looking out from my perch close to the Kam toward the Ogilvie head house. To the left is a newer concrete annex, probably built in the years it bore the name Saskatchewan Pool 8.
The old No Trespassing sign, with the Peavey logo still on it.
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.
A train idles beside the Calumet offices. Pentax 67 Medium Format
A 24-hour clock that reeks of the 1970s. A ladder stenciled “LTV”–the failed steel company that built this dock. There is more, if you look closer.
Counter-weighted ore cars alternately filled and emptied to feed Furnace 7. Honestly, though, the corner-mounted cranes are sexier in my opinion. Note the trees growing from the stacks.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.
This door used to open at river level, but it has since been built up and sealed with a steel grate. Still, the original doors (with original paint?) stand in the same place. Once they opened to the fresh air, now they are permanently sealed in the tunnels. This is the official entrance for inspecting the mine, hence fiber optic and ladder. Shortly after the plant was demolished, this entire area was resealed and alarmed.
Looking down the breakwater from the top of the lighthouse. In the haze, you can see the world’s largest iron ore docks in Allouez Bay.
Summertime is when Duluth goes to the lakeside to listen to music, visit traveling fairs, and talk to neighbors about the smell of the lake. As seen from the castle walls.
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
Looking at the side of 4B from the roof of its car shed.
The tallest dock structure is an equipment elevator that connects the many dock levels.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
A look at another “Belt-o-Vator”. I like the sign.
Don’t know what’s heavier… the bricks or shadows.
Taken just after the sun set over Duluth. Don’t you love that green glow?
Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
A jankey ladder leads to a platform over a wooden tank. Here’s hoping my usage contributes to jankey being accepted into the dictionary! Thanks, lexicographers.
Ektar 100/Mamiya 6.
Looking out the window a the foundations of the demolished company homes.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
This chair burned in the 2005 arson that gutted this building, which is the oldest on the property.
Only two machines sit on the rails in the roundhouse, both oil cars. It’s not clear whether there’s anything inside either, but they have to have been placed here before 1970, when the turntable outside these numbered doors was removed.
The tops of the coke stoves.
It’s pretty unusual to find a fireplace like this in the midst of a factory.
The Peavey logo, before it rusted off and the offices were demolished.
The Hamm-stenciled chairs are all destroyed as far as I know, now, as are the custom ladders built in-house for the company. Taken between the Filter House and Keg Wash House.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
Sunrise in SEMI. The shadow of Kurth Malt is cast across ADM-Delmar #1. Clouds behind ADM-Delmar #4 light up. It’s cold and the air smells like train grease.
An abandoned house at Tilston, MB.
Kate in the crow’s next… very shaky by the time she got to it.
Considering the side of Boiler #3’s firebox, where it meets the boiler (between the cylinders). The top piece is where the exhaust is sucked into the chimney, one chimney for each pair of boilers.
I’ve been in a lot of different mines. Some on tours, some not. If you pass through Howardsville, Colorado without going on the Old Hundred Mine Tour, you’re missing out. This is what Santiago Tunnel looked like in the 1940s when it was near the end of its life.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
A tower above Minneapolis that few people see.
The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.