Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
Everything had to be tested before being sent to the front lines. Here’s where smaller ammunition would be test-fired. I was able to dig up several misfired rounds. Now they live in my collection of oddities.
Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
In its later years, metal was welded over every door and window on the ground floor.
Shadows of the rusty trestle and cold control towers on the Barker. Workers are preparing to swing over the sides of the boat to help secure her to the Minnesota Power dock.
A street side exposure of the original 1914 section of the orphanage. Turned into black and white to deemphasize all the graffiti across the front steps.
A chalkboard halfway to the headhouse is untouched since the mill closed. It still has the cheat sheets!