Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.
Parking strictly forbidden. A sign in front of Cheratte’s former truck shops.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
This volume gauge could be read from 30 feet away, which is useful when the control panels and valves are that far away.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
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.
This building would store and maintain warheads. It was right next to the launch pad, but the two were separated by a high mound.