Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
The moon highlights the contrails over the engine house in the middle of the night. Foreground light painted.
In the women’s restroom.
A broken signal light that would indicate to incoming engineers and brakemen the status of the dock deck. The streetlight-style lighting is a retrofit; originally the top of the dock would be lit by strings of lights suspended by towers on each side of the deck… a poor system according to the workers at Allouez who had the same lights.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
The topmost roof of the hospital is covered in antennae and includes a star that faced the rest of the complex, now demolished.