Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
The cold air collided with the sun-warmed water on the floor, filling the ground floor of the Keg House with thick fog…
The substation has definite structural issues. Pictured is the sidewalk that connected the plant to the company housing.
One of the old cooperage buildings is largely unchanged from when it was built. The raised section of the building houses a crane.
Entrance to the plant. Hermes holds his iconic caduceus and a Model T. Demeter holds a tractor in a motif of wheat. A fantastic reimagining of the Greek, with an excerpt of the following quote by Sir Joshua Reynolds (18th century English painter): “Excellence is never granted to man but as the reward of labor. It argues no small strength of mind to persevere in habits of industry without the pleasure of perceiving those advances, which, like the hand of a clock, whilst they make hourly approaches to their point, yet proceed so slowly as to escape observation.”
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.