Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
From bottom to top: The demolished Dock 3, the abandoned Dock 4, and the active BNSF Taconite Dock.
Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.
The tailings boom is the first and last thing you see when approaching the mountaintop shipwreck.
A color study of the rotting donated clothes in the former GB&S Machine Shop.
The people that stayed here carved bowls from the mesa itself to collect water.
Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.