I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
Taconite Harbor’s main road, now overgrown and leading to nothing. Just asphalt between caved-in curbs.
The long control room overlooks giant caps where equipment was removed long ago.
The floor IS the machine…
Old boathouses near the dock.
Looking from the rail shipping building through pigeon-proofing chicken wire at another manufacturing building in high Fall.
The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.
One of my favorite shots from that year, conveyor line parts stacked and hung with Postal Service bins from decades ago.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
I am not sure, but I think this section was a storehouse; it has two ramps that connect the rail yard outside and the blacksmith shop. On all of the historic doors that face that part of the yard, signs caution workers to look out for cars…