Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
Looking across the ruin-strewn brownfield left from ACME’s operation and demolition.
Old hospital beds.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.