More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
Heavy wood doors for keeping people in.
In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.
Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!
Employee lockers near the stage, Service Building.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.