The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Giant ingredient hoppers stand on a concrete floor covered in peeled paint.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
The hike to the village is steep. This is looking into the valley from the halfway point.
A sign of where man met machine.
Kurth bears a ghost sign. Recently, its main sign was destroyed by graffiti artists in 2015.
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.
A 5-minute exposure of the tunnel and stars, and even some of Duluth’s city lights bouncing off the clouds. A single off-camera flash in the tunnel gives the effect of an oncoming train.