Water vapor was collected and condensed to be reused in other processes. Kodak Tri-X 400/Leica M7
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
The shed in the front was full of worker supplies–namely goggles and heavy leather gloves. Molten copper isn’t a friendly thing to handle.
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.
Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
This section of the production floor was constantly dripping. Someone had laid down giant plastic sheeting to attempt to protect the lower floors, but it hasn’t worked.