A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
Two roads; the left one you can walk down, but you have to answer questions when people ask. The right one–you don’t want to be found on that one.
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.
Looking at the engine house (left) from atop the stoves.
A yellow house above the mineshaft.
Wind took the spring melt on the trees growing in taconite pellets and made it airborne. Loading chutes in the background.