Looking past the hoist room (left) toward Shaft No. 1, behind the concrete head frame built in the late 1940s. This shaft could haul equipment from ground level (below) to shop level, where the picture was taken.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
The balcony used to be beautiful, you say. I say, it still is.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
Looking out of a door to nowhere at the fiery sky above.
The walls of a dormitory dissolve in the water flowing through the bad roof.
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
These were some of the most attractive shops of all the mines in the area. It’s no wonder Hanna Mining wanted to use them as their center of operations in the Iron River district.
A long exposure in the crane cab at sunset throws a bit of color into the bleak yellow glows between the windows and car shaker.