A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
“M.H. ’56; Al Malmsten ’44”. Brick Graffiti Series.
The big door at the bottom of the concentrator was where a tram once connected to lower the (pre-) processed ore into the river valley, where the railroad was. It’s unclear whether this ever connected directly to Eureka’s Sunnyside mill, although it’s possible.
A pipe bracket seems to have rusted off of the ceiling.
The Barker turning around before it backed into Tac Harbor to unload coal for Minnesota Power.
My first picture at Nopeming, sometime around 2004. The same year that the county stopped mowing the lawn.