Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Wind-battered catwalk lights between the shaft house and headframe/rockhouse building.
In case power was lost, this manual signal could direct trains on and off the taconite trestle. Turning the pole would change the color of the light on top and the shape of the metal flags.
Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
Looking up the rock house.
The complex was so big that trains could make deliveries through the middle of it, passing below this striped skyway.
When the dock across the slip loads, the lighting below the otherwise dark ‘5’ can get a little wild.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.