Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
Where the tailings boom meets the mill.
Not a wisp of smoke can be seen today.
The control room floats above the top of the dock atop a spiral staircase.
Glazed-brick walls catch the reflections of half an arch, backlighting the cool curving staircase. It’s all custom, baby.
This big rusty sphere hides behind the incomplete 5-stack.
An open porthole to let the history dry out a bit… note the giant anchor chains disappearing through the hole in the floor, where the rest of the length is stored. The line on the right side is stretched tight because it’s one of the cables securing the boat to shore. All this equipment is steam-powered.
The conveyor belt prevented cranes from accessing the left side of the dock, so cranes were mounted to the gantry crane to maintain the ore chutes on the side.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.