A morning shower made the plant’s metal siding shake… probably nothing, though, compared to when the furnaces were blasting. The objects on the ground are molten ore containers.
Standing where the Final Assembly Building used to hum and staring across the former site of the Sheet Metal and Spring buildings. Today, of course, the Foundry is gone as well, so you’d be looking across Prairie Ave.
Dead cars were parked permanently near the model farm. Perhaps it had an automotive program. After all, before they were ‘Indian Residential Schools’ they were ‘Indian Industrial Schools’.
Looking out across the elevator row from Portland Huron’s roof. Don’t you love the color of the sky?
Instead of a pit in the floor, now there is an oversized chessboard here.
A single cloud makes its way to Buffington Harbor and Lake Michigan from the quiet backroads of the plant.
Cauterized wounds on the factory floor, where the middle of the newer mill opens up to allow massive equipment. Now the pipes are cut and the equipment is gone.
Demolition about 50% complete.
One evening I spent an hour lighting tea candles through the tunnels below the elevator. It was a magical transformation.