The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
The big door at the bottom of the concentrator was where a tram once connected to lower the (pre-) processed ore into the river valley, where the railroad was. It’s unclear whether this ever connected directly to Eureka’s Sunnyside mill, although it’s possible.
An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.
One of two projectors, still set to run old 3D flicks.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
Almost all of the doors and windows on the ground floor have been boarded, leaving the ground level very dark.
Summertime is when Duluth goes to the lakeside to listen to music, visit traveling fairs, and talk to neighbors about the smell of the lake. As seen from the castle walls.
The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.