I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
The copula stacks were fitted with scrubbers. Making metal is a very polluting activity.
Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
A line of huge machines wait to be used as parts under a long-disused belt drive.
My favorite shot of the 17-story Art Deco office tower attached to the train station.
These buildings were largely used as concentrators for the crushed rock, although I did spy some small mills inside these too.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.