An Old Crow warehouse, formerly federally controlled, near Old Taylor Distillery.
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
The mine was built with stone, wood, and steel. It’s in good condition.
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Rogers Mine is one of the most structurally sound mines in the Iron River area that isn’t part of a museum.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.