Pocket door and light switches in the upper control room, at the top of the spiral staircase.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
“Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Russian writer and historian.
Maximum capacity exceeded.
The iconic outline of a prairie sentinel. Quintessential rural industrial architecture.
One of the smallest of the many elevators in Thunder Bay, this little elevator held corn for the glucose and starch lines.
If it weren’t for the fact there were trees growing from it, and that I cropped out the end of the rail approach, one might think this is still used occasionally.
These ruins of buildings recovered acid from the explosives line to be recycled.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.