One of the prettier Humphry Manlifts in Minneapolis, in my opinion.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.
Wind-battered catwalk lights between the shaft house and headframe/rockhouse building.
A sort of blender in a powder line building. The top vent had been removed, so leaves and light fall onto the teeth now.
One of the principal businesses in McConnell was a farm implement and lumber store. This is too new to have been bought there, but I like that it’s still on the edge of town. It’s more comfortable than the emptiness beyond, that used to be a little prairie town.
I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.
I like to think of this as the hardware abstraction layer. It’s one of many subassembly monorail conveyors that dipped onto the factory floor to deliver assembled subsections where they needed to be on the main assembly floor below.
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.