Originally, this part of the dock was reserved for the weather station.
Heavy wood doors for keeping people in.
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.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.
A bird near the old schoolyard.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!