No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
The St. Louis County Sheriff constantly patrols the property looking for trespassers.
The whole smelter ran on gravity… elevating the various raw materials and working with them until at the bottom of the furnace, copper poured out.
Some small candles light one of the few surviving tunnels that once linked buildings on the campus with the steam plant. In winter, it was common for patients to be transported through these to avoid the cold, and during the Cold War these served as nuclear fallout shelters.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.