The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
Part of the system below Dock 2.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
The altar is gone, but the tile work around it isn’t.
On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.
An old handcart sits next to a rotting elevator.
Rivets are sexy, and this old machine has more than a fair share.
The power plant of the Old Crow distillery was mostly original. I didn’t have a tripod, so I had to balance my camera on the equipment there.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.