Circa-1935 graffiti in concrete across the slip from Huron-Portland.
“W.N. ’86”. Brick Graffiti Series.
The texture of the cracking poured concrete ore pocket is somewhere between stone and driftwood.
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.
Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Graffiti by a crew member of the Algolake.
On the left is the 1907 elevator section and its 1926 expansion is on the right. Interesting how the century-old silos seem to be faring better. Windows provided light to the underground conveyor tunnels, which were used to bring grain out of the silos by gravity.