Taken from the arm of the pocket loader–note the tree growing out of the conveyor belt. Often where you see old piles of taconite, trees are springing up. The byproducts of the pelletization process break down and make a really fertile mix, especially with all the iron content!
One of the storage bunkers was cracked open. I wonder how effective this heavy door would actually be… I expect, not very.
Fire doors and penis talk.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.