Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
The concrete walls, heavy steel blast doors, and plastic roof tell me that this was one of the shell loading buildings.
“Cutting torch.” The remains of a catwalk now leads to void on the sintering floor, four stories over the next solid footing. Only two staircases led to the top floor, some half dozen others were cut off for scrap.
Just across the North Dakota border, a rusty Milwaukee Road boxcar sits where it was shoved off the mainline. The grain elevator in the background marks the tracks, which is still used by BNSF.
A windmill marks one corner of GOW.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.