The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
Even without the kettles the Hamm’s brewhouse is beautifully lit, ornamented architecturally and begging for photographers to remember it.
The walkway to the end of the dock is elevated, so one walks above the trees and bushes growing in the rotting taconite pellets that have collected over the years.
A 5-minute exposure of the tunnel and stars, and even some of Duluth’s city lights bouncing off the clouds. A single off-camera flash in the tunnel gives the effect of an oncoming train.
The elevator near the offices seemed a day’s work away from being operational
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.