The side of Stelco and its scrubber-stacks. This is demolished now.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
Here, you can see the edge of the foundation of the 19th century roundhouse.
This is what I believe to be the Masonic Cottage, where infected Freemasons would be treated together and enjoy some simple luxuries because of their social connections. Freemasonry is still popular in North Dakota.