A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
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 past the Osborn along the side of the Hughitt Slip, where there have always been grain elevators for more than 100 years.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
You can tell from the marks on the wall that there used to be pipes running the length of this square hallway, which connected a loading dock with explosive mixers.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.
This train shed was later converted to load trucks with concrete from the silos.
These racks lined many of the floors, although I couldn’t decipher their purpose. Tastes like duotone…