Instead of a pit in the floor, now there is an oversized chessboard here.
We people are so small.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
Miners would sit in this room before going into the mine. The boards on the right indicated whether every single miner was “in” or “out”.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
90% of Brach’s looks like this. Concrete walls, mushroom pillars, and water over the floor.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
Taconite Harbor’s main road, now overgrown and leading to nothing. Just asphalt between caved-in curbs.