The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
The entrance to the area where staff could sleep.
The walkway to the end of the dock is elevated, so one walks above the trees and bushes growing in the rotting taconite pellets that have collected over the years.
A crack in a window in a wall. What’s this doing here?
Ruined cars abandoned in the generator hall, long after its namesake was scrapped.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
There were a few large houses on the Old Crow property where employees would live. The glen had little housing.
The beacon was installed in 1938 and removed in the mid-2000s.
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