The superstructure for the sea-leg skyways serves no purpose now… the offices are bricked up, too. Why?
The light towers of Allouez seem romantic compared to the street lights atop Dock 5.
Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
The long control room overlooks giant caps where equipment was removed long ago.
The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.
An open mine cars waits to be lowered back into Eagle Mine in front of the rust-locked modern mine shaft in the middle of Gilman.
I love that the administration building–almost 100 years old now–still carries the original name.
The power pulley that ran air compressors straight off of the steam plant’s axel.
The powerhouse had two elevated tracks behind it, one for coal and one for deliveries.