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.
Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
I found a face.
Old conveyor belts are draped over the sides of the ore chutes to cut down on the noise and wear of the dumping trains.
An unintentional skylight makes the inside of the office glow, showing the inside of the front door and its strange lock.
One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.
Between two brick buildings is a metal one with many windows set into it. Having been in many mills of similar design, I conjecture that this was the milling building, where machines ground the corn before it was boiled.