The sun sets in front of a huge concrete building—about four times the size of the power plant. Probably a corn storage bin from an ethanol operation that ran here in the 1980s.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
Pillsbury from across the Mississippi River and Stone Arch Bridge from the roof of the Washburn Crosby Elevator (aka Gold Medal Flour).
One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
Some local kids were having a fire extinguisher fight when I walked into the lab one day.
In the middle of Electric Steel, dust collector vents cross-cross out of sight.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.