A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
The very top of the Administration Tower’s spiral staircase. There’s an old antenna of some kind there, as you can see.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
The portal facing Taconite Harbor (at a healthy distance) is mostly closed. Some kids put bullet holes in it. Shooting down a long tunnel is extremely dangerous, and you should not do it, obviously. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
It is unclear whether this area was for coal dumping or ore dumping, though the huge dents in the steel plating suggests the latter.
I wonder how sheltered workers on this mid-level catwalk that follows the ore chutes is in storms. Note the chunks of concrete stuck in the catwalk grates–the pockets (right) are falling apart.