One of the old cooperage buildings is largely unchanged from when it was built. The raised section of the building houses a crane.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
From an unsteady perch atop the blast furnace, the morning light began to leach into the complex below.
Looking out from a hallway on the third floor where a ceiling and roof should be. I could not stand in the room, as the floor had collapsed into the basement, but I could put my camera out at arm’s length and fire a few pictures upward, which is how I came away with this image!
A wrecked pressure gauge and employee time cards.
Captured bolts for a pressure cooker on an industrial scale.
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.