Taken just after the sun set over Duluth. Don’t you love that green glow?
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
Ducking the steam lines overhead between the mixers and compressors, a water tower says “good morning,” right past the slack power lines. This is the sleepy uptown of the war city.
A different kind of tree fort.
Bells are highly symbolic, being used from everything from calling worshipers in the morning to exorcising demons at night.
No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
A safe distance from Prize Mine is its dynamite storage vault, designed to explode up–not out–should the worst happen.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.