Easier-to-demolish parts of the power plant were torched apart. Catwalks to nowhere meant lots of dead ends.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
The steel sea leg is so heavy it requires a huge counterweight that travels the height of the elevator.
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!
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
The chapel (left) and surgical suite (straight on) move in an out of view as fog rolls up from the St. Louis River valley.
A shallow creek traces Illinois Gulch toward the Chain O’ Mines mill. Ball mills are laid out in the sun.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.