At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.
The seminal architectural feature of the old hospital–the parts built by Illinois Central Railroad–was this staircase. Wide and graceful, adorned with paint chips and fire extinguishers, and leading from offices to surgical suites to the cafeteria.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
The beacon was installed in 1938 and removed in the mid-2000s.
A closeup of a soon-to-be-scrapped crane pulley.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
The portal facing Taconite Harbor (at a healthy distance) is mostly closed. Some kids put bullet holes in it. Shooting down a long tunnel is extremely dangerous, and you should not do it, obviously. Mamiya 6/Portra 160