Different doors for different vehicles, I would guess. White Pine Mine used tire-based vehicles, rather than track-based, making it pretty different than other mines I’ve been to.
Although most of the buildings were open and empty, a few carried signs.
The complex was so big that trains could make deliveries through the middle of it, passing below this striped skyway.
The new concrete workhouse, as seen through chickenwire.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
A buck-fifty shot for a postcard stand. Taken from the Stone Arch Bridge.
Ruster at The Pool… employee graffiti about 100 above ground.
Taken several years before the tornado story when the weather, and the condition of the buildings, were nice.
The “Inner-Urban Jawbreaker,” a one-of-a-kind, salty-but-sweet remnant of a bygone heavy-industrial period in this area’s history. A time when the walls were whole and the floors were clean, in other words, a time when people made things other than photographs inside the never ending corridors and factory floors.