Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
A train idles beside the Calumet offices. Pentax 67 Medium Format
A small stage in one of the barracks.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
The pits have long since been filled so the roundhouse could be used for storage.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.