This “pit” would allow workers to crawl below locomotives to service them.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.
It was interesting that, even though storms had carried the wooden walkway that stretched under the dock, these piles of spilled taconite remain where they had dropped.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.