Spherical Tank

The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.

At the top of the elevator was a distribution room to direct the grain onto conveyor belts below.

Looking from abandoned to active. The end of Dock 6 often has a crane and some shacks on it, as the chutes aren’t used anymore. Instead, conveyors are installed on the land-side of the dock that fill docked vessels, making the end of the dock little more than a breakwater and a place to park repair and recovery equipment.

Away from the rest of the plant–as if forgotten, or hiding–is this little stamp press. Yes, this is little by press standards.

“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

When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.

Shelves in in the coloring department, where hundreds of different mixer lids are splashed with hardened glass dyes. Color thanks to a yellow-tinted skylight.

Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.

A single cloud makes its way to Buffington Harbor and Lake Michigan from the quiet backroads of the plant.