No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
The train loading tower (left), and elevators. Check out that giant flagpole/lightning rod.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.
The St. Louis County Sheriff constantly patrols the property looking for trespassers.
Two charmers, I’m sure. This area was a coal pit for the nearby power plant.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
The flour mill (rear) and its elevators. The taller elevator was moved here in 1955, when the Harrisons bought it from Federal, who declared it surplus. The smaller elevator replaced an earlier smaller warehouse in 1926. Taken shortly after dawn. This one picture made the drive worth it, for me. Medium Format.
Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.