Soft rain on Vulcan’s ashy pyre… Both of these peaks are dead volcanos, too hard to be totally washed away by storms. As a result, they seem to rise dramatically from the flat valley.
There were three main stockhouses, two of which still exist, that are filled with tanks like these in addition to Fermentation. Each tank is the size of the city bus and few are left after the 2008-2009 scrapings.
A dead pigeon that taggers gilded.
In the mid-2000s, Peavey sealed the spaces between their Electric Steel Elevator bins. What they unwittingly created was a graffiti time capsule. “Impeach Bush”.
Reflections of graffiti during spring melt.
The Barker turning around before it backed into Tac Harbor to unload coal for Minnesota Power.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
I included this image to illustrate the height of the headgrame and the distance between it and the hoist house. Of course, compared with the depth of the mine shaft, this distance is short.
One of my favorite shots from that year, conveyor line parts stacked and hung with Postal Service bins from decades ago.