This is what the complex looks like today to the bare eye. Dull, monochrome, quiet.
Above the old machine shop is a packing building and a crate of cardboard label rolls.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
The east portal, looking toward Nopeming Junction and away from the US Steel ruins and Duluth’s ore docks.
Electric Steel’s bins reflect the sunset.
Looking at the headframe for Shaft 3 from the tower for Shaft 1. Below is the roof of the Dry House. It was hard to remind myself that these building have been abandoned longer than I’ve been alive.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
An elevator is reflected in the flooded footprint of Spencer & Kellogg. These trains are in storage for the winter.