Front Door

The substation has definite structural issues. Pictured is the sidewalk that connected the plant to the company housing.

Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.

In case power was lost, this manual signal could direct trains on and off the taconite trestle. Turning the pole would change the color of the light on top and the shape of the metal flags.

The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground.

A closeup of a soon-to-be-scrapped crane pulley.

As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!

These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.

The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.

Hip bump girl.