The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
Catwalk crating, welded over the yard crane operator cab’s windows.
A series of interconnected offices that look like they hadn’t been painted in 40 years.
Brewery Creek Waterfall, somewhere above Duluth. Lit with candles and a small LED panel. To me, it looked like a pipe pouring molten metal.
A small bunker and blast wall between shell-loading buildings would have provided shelter during disasters, such as tornados, accidental explosions, and perhaps even enemy attacks.
An iron gate separates vaults below the barracks.
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!
The middle section of the smokestacks were coal hoppers, and this device would load the coal into the hoppers from the conveyor belt it rode across. The bottom section of the stacks were storage rooms while the very top were, surprise, chimneys for the power plant.