The lights of the active docks keep the retired #6 up all night.
Looking out from what little remains of the second floor at the poor house, which was in terrible condition. No roof and no floors. Soon to be ruins.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
Looking out of a door to nowhere at the fiery sky above.
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
When the dock across the slip loads, the lighting below the otherwise dark ‘5’ can get a little wild.
My favorite shot of the 17-story Art Deco office tower attached to the train station.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.