Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.
The approach to Dock 4 is long demolished, so it is only accessible when the lake freezes.
The iconic outline of a prairie sentinel. Quintessential rural industrial architecture.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
Camera: Pentax 67.
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.