One of the few man-sized exterior doors, seemingly with an original frame. Classic arching and beautiful textures–every inch of wall had me drooling. If this engine house was in a metropolitan area, it would have been turned into a $10 million white collar office suite ten years ago.
Old boathouses near the dock.
An unshielded heaframe and single pulley.
Taconite Harbor’s main road, now overgrown and leading to nothing. Just asphalt between caved-in curbs.
The office for the maintenance shop was sound-insulated and ventilated.
The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.
Looking through the boards of the boarded windows.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.