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.
This is what the mine shops look like from the road between Gaastra, MI and Rogers Location (formerly Bates, MI). The community was renamed for the mine, probably under the heavy influence of M.A. Hanna.
Candy jar molds, in the far corner of the paint shop.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
This old ward, not a victim of remodeling, still has metal screens over the open windows of the doors. It should be obvious why glass were not used.
On the desk of an optometrist’s office.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.