A number of skyways carried the production line across roads and railroad tracks in and around the plant. An identical skyway to this one was cut off sometime in the past decade (judging by the rust), probably for its steel.
I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.
On the left, the formula for the sintering mix was written (“mischungszusammenselzung”) to keep track of the jobs.
The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
The sun lowered behind the dead flour mill, bending its image upon itself.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
Mill Hell before the University of Minnesota began developing the area. Now many of the buildings are gone, there are new roads and even bike paths.
From the catwalks below the hoisting motor in Shaft No. 1.
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.