Looking from the crane-motor catwalk into the Calumet. The arm shown here with the pulleys looped through it would have been lowered and the bucket conveyor in it would throw grain to waiting ships and boats bound for flour mills and foreign lands.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
Pocket door and light switches in the upper control room, at the top of the spiral staircase.
If there was a problem with the conveyor belt, the grain would go out these chutes.
At the top of a skyway that brought fresh-dried cotton into the Nitrating House from the Cotton Dry House. How? Monorail, of course.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
Not a part of the Foundry, but the Enclosed Body Building. The rebar welded over the windows and the rust patterns with the lighting makes this geometric photos one of my favorites from the year.
A ship passes the abandoned dock on its way to Duluth. Taconite dust stains the sides of its hull red.