This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
Either the company was pulling parts from this evaporator to use as parts for other plants, or the last thing the workers did was to get this machine ready for the next campaign. Either way, plans changed.
The south wall of the power plant. Its sheet metal skin couldn’t fit around the structure, it seems… note the very strange protruding superstructure.
A squat in the basement of the Temple Opera Block. When the residents were evicted by Duluth Police in 2013, they said their favorite part of living there was that the steam pipes kept it warm all winter long for free.
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.
Next to the generator room is the pump room, which moved steam around the complex.
Lessons from the day.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.