End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
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
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
Water vapor was collected and condensed to be reused in other processes. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
Furnace #6; its catwalk and tapway. Note the lever-operated gutter-blockers.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?
Often the quickest way to move between buildings was to take the roof. The inside of the complex was so maze-like, I don’t know how I would have found my way around.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.