The Barker turning around before it backed into Tac Harbor to unload coal for Minnesota Power.
history under ground
stained-glass
Looking above the altar.
Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory.
It’s almost hard to tell whether the colors come from oil in the water or the colorful glass lit up by the Michigan sunset.
The parts room had the best light in the whole plant.
The organ and bits of glass that have lost their way. Try not to see the upside-down wooden cross dangling from the stained-glass-crown on the church’s front side. Of course, it’s to keep the loose panes from falling out onto the road in wind, but at the same time…
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
Here’s the church, and here’s the steeple; Open the door and see all the people; Here’s the parson going upstairs; Here he is saying his prayers…
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
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.
The giant cog is missing on this machine, which turned a sugar slurry intro crystals. Green-blue stained glass makes the rusty machine glow in aquamarine.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.
Blue plastic siding filters the summer sun, giving the otherwise reddish-brown interior a splash of color.
Since this picture was taken, the roof has totally collapsed in this area.
In its last years, the church had a congregation of only about 100. It opened with 1.700…
Looking across the mountain tramway from an abandoned house in Gilman.
“GREETING FROM BEAUTIFUL GARY–WISH YOU WERE HERE!” My postcard shot.
One of the old cooperage buildings is largely unchanged from when it was built. The raised section of the building houses a crane.
The historical entrance.
A long exposure in the crane cab at sunset throws a bit of color into the bleak yellow glows between the windows and car shaker.
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.