In an era where smoking was ubiquitous and sexy, smoking stations had to be a part of the job, even at an explosives factory.
A sign in the desolate cafeteria.
Looking down the breakwater from the top of the lighthouse. In the haze, you can see the world’s largest iron ore docks in Allouez Bay.
A taste of Superior culture.
Energy conserving window plastic does no good when the doors are all open and the heat’s off.
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.
The first 800 or so feet of the tunnel is finished with reinforced concrete. The test is raw stone. This is the spot where it switches. Side note: nailing this shot on film is one of my proudest light-painted moments.
This panorama from the rood of the power station gives a sense of the scale of SFAAP.
Exploring Dock 4 was a very different experience, since it was almost all metal.