The Selby Tunnel extended 1,500 feet under a chunk of downtown Saint Paul and some thought it was lost. It isn’t. Here’s what it looks like today.
Wooden platforms traced the feather beds of steel horses, the worn boards faintly glowing orange from the polluted light filtering through ancient cube glass. “Good night, Minneapolis, sleep sweet.”
Builder of drill presses for Studebaker, South Bend Lathe, Oliver Plow and even Notre Dame. This century-old foundry and factory was recently demolished, without so much as a blip on the internet. I’m here to fix that.
Do you like Art Deco style buildings? How about in a State Hospital from the 1930s? As I write, this old hospital is being turned into an assisted care facility–find out what came before.
I go step by step through the coke making process, down to the job descriptions, to illustrate the functions of the plant. I talk about the history, the racism, the ad campaigns. All you need to know about Milwaukee-Solvay Coke you can learn right here.
“Well that’s that,” I thought, looking at the torch marks on the staircase zigzagging across pillars and pipes to the deck above. Still, I made the most out of this damaged relic of Wisconsin and Michigan mining history, circling the dock over the course of three winters to collect these photos and stories.
North Dakota’s only public tuberculosis sanatorium served from 1912 to 1987. Since then it’s served thousands, but now it’s under demolition by neglect. What is that barbed wire hiding, anyway?
South Bend, Indiana is a kind of graveyard that one only finds in the Rust Belt, where the headstones are blast furnaces and the only people who visit look for something left behind. Here lies Studebaker, a dead American car company.
Mines are strange things that never appear as they are, at least not on the surface. They are powerful enough to found cities and feed families when they are young, but are very often left to be forgotten in plain sight when they retire.
What can be done if you want to cover thousands of acres peppered with abandonments? Swap that 20mpg for a proper 10-speed, chuck it over the barbed wire, then take off with a camera on your back. There’s nothing like biking through the abandoned military-industrial complex, so do you think you can keep up?
Left hand, grip the left rail. Right hand, grip that other one. Feet, for God’s sake remember how to crabwalk; we have a cliff to descend. Come with me into the tunnels under a Coloradan ghost town to see what was once the world’s largest zinc mine.