Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
Where equipment was scrapped.
The left building is active, the right building is not, though both were built as Wilson Bros buildings. The skyway was rough, inside and out, but I liked the small gate in the bottom of it–it reminded me of a castle. Skyways like these were a fireproofing measure.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.
A morning breeze pushes the last ice from the lake against Wisconsin Point.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
A little cloud passes over the Five-Stack powerplant ruins, like a puff of smoke.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.