An auxiliary crane in the corner of the foundry room.
One of my favorite night views of Fort Snelling’s so-called Upper Post, taken between snowstorms.
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.
I liked the color of her hair against the rusty rock house and blue winter sky.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
A morning breeze pushes the last ice from the lake against Wisconsin Point.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
Looking toward Fort William (Western) Elevator from the top of Superior Elevator. Fort William is bordered on the south and east by this wide, winding railyard. Note the pretty and quaint brick offices of the Western.