Looking down the walkway that traces the bottom side of the ore dock.
This strip of lights over where the closed body assembly line would curve around indicated the status of the line in terms of yellow, white, and red lights.
Looking from abandoned to active. The end of Dock 6 often has a crane and some shacks on it, as the chutes aren’t used anymore. Instead, conveyors are installed on the land-side of the dock that fill docked vessels, making the end of the dock little more than a breakwater and a place to park repair and recovery equipment.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Electric Steel’s bins reflect the sunset.
Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
Different colors stained the small panes on the top floor. For once, it seemed more ridiculous to not be inside an abandoned factory.