The end of Dock 5 is warped and bent from a rail accident that left some ore cars swinging like a stringy wrecking ball into the end of the superstructure and accompanying stair. The stairs are still navigable, but it wasn’t recommended by the CN workers that were with me.
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.
When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.
The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
Chairs facing the stage in the old cafeteria. Fuji FP100c in Fuji GX680.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!