On the Turbine Room floor, one old steam pump still remains, ready to pressurize steam pipes with the hot stuff throughout the car shops and boilers.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
The historical entrance.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
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.
Looking toward Sleeping Giant from the workhouse.
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.