A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
Standing where the Standard Oil’s boiler used to sit; the coal room is on the right, and would have been filled from trackside.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Connecting the Administration building’s tower and top floors is this beautiful cast iron staircase. It was probably designed to help service the clock originally planned to be set in the tower, but when the hospital went over budget the state cancelled the timepiece. Now we are left with a gorgeous stair with little or no real purpose–not that I’m complaining. I am a long-admitted spiral staircase fetishist.
A little ice and snow made work at Taconite Harbor much more dangerous.
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
Sonnenstrahlen, “sunbeams”, come through the kicked-up coke dust covering everything below the sintering floor.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.