The headquarters for the plant was in the middle of it. It’s abandoned but well preserved–a strange sight in Gary, Indiana.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time.
In the distance, a semi truck kicks up fresh rain from the highway. As seen from the top of the steel blast door.
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.
Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.