Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
Aaron by the concentrator.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Looking down range. You can tell where most of the rounds hit by the dark marks in the wall.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
Latin; to grow. Root of the English word ‘surge’.
The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window.