Heavy steel doors to isolate the underground magnetic separation mill from Eagle Mine’s main tunnel.
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.
The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
A few from atop the steam gauges along the western wall. The turbines were scrapped quickly after the plant closed, it seemed.
Although the caves deviated little in their year-round temperature, it was common to use blocks of ice to cool beer immediately before shipment. This is the ruins of the ice chute.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
An unintentional skylight makes the inside of the office glow, showing the inside of the front door and its strange lock.