Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
Expanding foam provides some textural contrast to the wood floors, worn smooth over a century. This building dates to the 1890s and was built as the coffin plant.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
Part of the back of the distribution boards; the rear of a giant remote transformer switch.
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.