Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
These tubes would bring cement to the top of the plant for storage in the silos.
Graffiti by a crew member of the Algolake.
Looking out toward Redore from the second floor of the workshop. This is why I love living in Minnesota.
The Port Arthur elevator row, as seen from the edge of Fort William.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
This electric Wellman crane was added to extract coal from ships for the power plant that Erie built beside their dock. Now, with the advent of self-unloading boats, it’s been replaced by a funnel and conveyor belt.
On the left you can see one of the later air shafts for the mine below, which allowed for natural air exchange with the main production areas of the coal mine. That is to say, there were no fans blowing fresh air down below.