In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
One of the generators, weeks before it was taken apart to be shipped to another power plant somewhere else.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
The boiler doors are beautiful, and feature the name of the smelter and mine company. If you like these, check my article on the Mitchell Yards of Hibbing, MN.