A jankey ladder leads to a platform over a wooden tank. Here’s hoping my usage contributes to jankey being accepted into the dictionary! Thanks, lexicographers.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.
Ava on an upper catwalk.
The portal facing Taconite Harbor (at a healthy distance) is mostly closed. Some kids put bullet holes in it. Shooting down a long tunnel is extremely dangerous, and you should not do it, obviously. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
Copper thieves haven’t left anything behind but the shell.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.