Peering through the glass in the Hoist Operator’s cab, stained with graffiti. The cable and reels can be seen through the glass… these are now gone.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.
There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.
These buildings were largely used as concentrators for the crushed rock, although I did spy some small mills inside these too.
The boilers are gone, but round brick portals remain where they used to meet the walls of the boiler room. Behind it appears to be the coal bunker itself.
The power pulley that ran air compressors straight off of the steam plant’s axel.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
Water turned the taconite powder into a rusty, slippery paste… everywhere the water pooled up, doubling the beauty from certain special angles.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100