Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
Some local kids were having a fire extinguisher fight when I walked into the lab one day.
A photo from the early 2000s before the conveyors were scrapped.
The factory was utterly vertical.
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
Harris Machinery rests under snow on the left. Two explorers enjoy the view.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
About a third of the roundhouse was demolished in the 1950s, but there’s a lot left.