A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.
Looking out of the American diesel crane at the gantry crane that ran the length of the dock.
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.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
Solvent pumping buildings, designed to explode upwards rather than outwards in an emergency, are forgotten near the milkweed.
A taste of Superior culture.
The Western Elevator’s old moniker looks over Fort William (the neighborhood). Snow falls over Mount McKay in the background. This elevator is still active… the only active elevator in Fort William proper.
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