If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.
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A crashed freight elevator.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
In a now-demolished building, a skylight begins to separate.
Looking down the Gilman-Belden tram.
Near the guard post protecting the launch pad at the Duluth BOMARC is an orange windsock.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
A look down the 1950s foundry building, moments after sunset.
A stern-mounted spotlight and a fleet of former US Army tugs that are still used to break ice and nudge ships into slips.