A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
Point me to the blast furnace.
Imagine with yellow window guards are eyebrows and the open windows are the eyes. This headframe seems a bit curious.
Aaron by the concentrator.
Asbestos rope isn’t something you can buy at Home Depot anymore, but it’s fire and heat resistant stuff; great for industrial work, like in a sugar mill.
Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
A tore-up Colorado Southern Railway sign and the majestic (in an industrial sense) Argo Mill. Go. On. The. Tour. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100