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.
This is the building where the corn mash would be boiled in stainless steel kettles, now gone.
A little sun and a little moisture sprouted this grass in the middle of the steel silos, in the midst of Minneapolis’ “graffiti graveyard”. Two images of time: nature growing through industry and rust dissolving old art in the elements.
While the building looks uniform on the outside, inside it’s clearly divided between a hoist room and shaft room (seen here).
This is what the mine shops look like from the road between Gaastra, MI and Rogers Location (formerly Bates, MI). The community was renamed for the mine, probably under the heavy influence of M.A. Hanna.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
Peering out of the porthole of the light tower, I saw the shadow of the station on the lake.
The back of the neon sign before it was converted to LED lighting. The image is mirrored so it can be read.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.