Taken on a short trip where the whole floor of the roundhouse and engine shop was covered in fresh snow–thanks to the holes in the roof and open windows.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
The bottom area of the smokestacks house storage spaces. The windows of these rooms that were never completed line up perfect.
The tops of the coke stoves.
Looking down the breakwater from the top of the lighthouse. In the haze, you can see the world’s largest iron ore docks in Allouez Bay.
One leg of the headframe meets the hoist house. Two cranes are rusted in place.
Delmar #4 is like two elevators in one, in capacity and design.
From the catwalks below the hoisting motor in Shaft No. 1.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.