Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past. Kodak Trix-400 on Canon T40.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
Cat paw prints on the control panels. Remember to lock-out-tag-out, Power Raccoons, and keep your own keys.
Without proper pressure, the steering engine was ineffective.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Part of a vintage neon sign. I hope it’s been preserved–it reminds me of the sign that hung over my grandfather’s tv sales and repair shop in small town Minnesota.
A crack in a window in a wall. What’s this doing here?
The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.