Between all of the buildings was dense growth, especially vines.
Between the catwalks of Furnace 6, the molted ore would flow through the chute.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.
Reflections of graffiti during spring melt.
This picture typifies the industrial ideal of the early 20th century. More metal than air. More efficiency than beauty. More profits than people.
“It must have been beautiful once.” “Yeah, especially in the winter.”
Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!