A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
The American Victory next to M, seen late at night.
A ship passes the abandoned dock on its way to Duluth. Taconite dust stains the sides of its hull red.
A row of security lights line the roof of the power station.
Soft rain on Vulcan’s ashy pyre… Both of these peaks are dead volcanos, too hard to be totally washed away by storms. As a result, they seem to rise dramatically from the flat valley.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
Taken before the Ford was towed to Duluth for scrapping.
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!