Park Insurance Agency is no longer in business, nor would you be able to dial that phone number.
history under ground
left-behind
Cat paw prints on the control panels. Remember to lock-out-tag-out, Power Raccoons, and keep your own keys.
A bumper sticker with the usual tagline. Note the detail on the radiator!
Mounted in an office.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
A coveted corner office, full of former thrift store wares.
Imagine the voice of an entitled White suburban mother. She’s now talking about oral hygiene in the “urban” (Black) schools.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
Above the old machine shop is a packing building and a crate of cardboard label rolls.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.
Candy jar molds, in the far corner of the paint shop.
Can you imagine workers in a food plant smoking on the job today?
This picture typifies the industrial ideal of the early 20th century. More metal than air. More efficiency than beauty. More profits than people.
One of the few artifacts left in the chapel section is this old floor buffing machine.
This is an example of the equipment that was originally manufactured at Barcol.
Minecraft reference. This is the backroom of a company that made eyeglasses the old-fashioned way. In fact, some of the lens blanks were even left behind, under the piles of trash on the desks.
Jars like these were used to measure the volume of fluid pumped out of TB patients’ lungs.
There big filters helped the mill sort through the flour, for additional milling, for example.
Ready for some science? Strap-in and get your goggles.
In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.
By the looks of the custom work bench, someone in upholstery got a little carried away!
The aft lifeboat survived auction, although now all it holds is an emergency ladder to help men who’ve fallen overboard get on deck.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
2005. Flavored beers are still popular. The flavor concentrates were stored in this bank of fridges.
Empty equipment racks behind a missile launcher.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
Near the old slag dump there are the remains of the pouring buckets that received the molten steel from the US Steel blast furnaces, filled to the brim with pig iron. They must be incredibly heavy!
The floor IS the machine…
An 80s-era company crate, as found in a forgotten store room.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
The control room was used through the mid-1990s as the plant was used to stabilize the power grid.
On the second floor of the former carpentry shop, originally the delivery wagon shed.
In a protected wing of a launcher are these empty server racks where guidance and control computers were stored.
Portraits of great men.
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.
Taken from the most forward part of the windlass room to show how the front of the ship opens up from the front wedge. Note the giant anchor chains and foam strapped to the frontmost beam.
Lessons from the day.
Just across the North Dakota border, a rusty Milwaukee Road boxcar sits where it was shoved off the mainline. The grain elevator in the background marks the tracks, which is still used by BNSF.
Part of a vintage neon sign. I hope it’s been preserved–it reminds me of the sign that hung over my grandfather’s tv sales and repair shop in small town Minnesota.
Don’t let Mitchell Engine House run out of steam…
Patented in 1965 and produced by Specialized Mass Markets. User would insert token and use a rotary-phone-style dial to enter their token number. The machine would tally the numbers and indicate winners depending on the sum of said numbers. See USPTO US3455557.
Not necessarily a children’s room.
Those able to work would be compelled to help fix up the facility, grow, harvest, and prepare food for fellow ‘inmates’, or work on vocational skills.
A strange arcade machine in the basement.
The office for the Government (Dominion) Elevator had a nice hat collection left over.
Limits on personnel and explosives allowed in the building at the same time.
This is the building with the water tower on top, full of Barcol stuff that did not sell at auction and not worth the trouble to scrap.
A wrecked pressure gauge and employee time cards.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
Artifacts from the days this was a furniture factory and warehouse.
Giant paint mixers.
What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
Work never done.
The remains of the site radar beside the command building.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
Part of a series I am shooting of patriotic Americana left in abandoned factories.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
Look both ways, people.
A patient room is more intact than others.
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.
A typical room in Birtle.
A disconnected speaker at stage right. I liked the colors and the texture of the sound tiles.
On the desk of an optometrist’s office.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
The last trace of Mitchell, Minnesota is a pile of cans on the side of the main street, Mitchell Avenue. These will be recognizable for another century or so, for future history-minded explorers.
…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.
An example of a typical desk at Buckstaff… messy, but everything’s there. It probably looks much as it did in 2011 when the plant closed.
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.
A wooden mold sitting outside of the foundry.
A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
Someone’s abandoned to-do list.
The women of the hospital made clothes for the other patients.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.
The remains of the surgical suite.
Instructional film strips on the floor of a second floor closer.
The last of four radar domes on the base.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.
Far above the areas that were heavily scrapped, I found some old bottles to collect samples of the sour mash whiskey as it made its was from the distillation room to barrel filling.
Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.
Twin tracks exit a concrete wall below St. Anthony (Cathedral) Hill.
The zebras had the right idea when they saw the pink beds–run.
Core samples archived under the laboratories.
Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
Records of ore samples, mostly ruined by the water flowing into the space.
See left.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
We know what the ladies’ favorite treats were! Found holding parts on a repair cart.
A heavy cloth separates the sanding station from other areas. This particular section seemed to specialize with chair seats, judging by the many unsanded blanks there.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
1950s safety posters about static and proper footware hide in remote offices, where the curious haven’t stolen them… yet.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
Shoes and booze, backstage.
Made by the Mergenthalen Linotype Company of New York, this model series (300) was introduced in 1960 and boasted a 12-line-per-minute reproduction rate.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
One of a few rolling workbenches to keep the thousands of pulleys, cogs, and belts working properly.
#67, one of the only lockers that is not crunched to the point it refuses to open. In the corner of the small office area.
A carefully kept journal of the ballast levels in the final years that the Ford sailed Lake Superior.
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
A clicky-flippy clock is having some kind of malfunction.
A stack of flawed casting molds, in the ready position next to where the cupolas sat when the plant closed.
A ‘Hot Metal Car’ that would transport molten steel across the ‘Hot Metal Bridge’ from the furnaces to the mills.
A classic Eveready, borrowed from Herb’s office.
One of many photos pasted to the walls of the ADM-4 workhouse. This shows a minor derailment near Spencer Kellogg & Sons’ linseed oil factory.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
Did you leave in a hurry?
Records of dead machines rot on the accounting office floor.
A green chair in a green room.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
The mark of a long producing mine is these racks of thousands of core samples, stored next to the capped mine shaft.
One basement room has a pile of x-rays of miners, taken and stored by the company.
Asbestos rope isn’t something you can buy at Home Depot anymore, but it’s fire and heat resistant stuff; great for industrial work, like in a sugar mill.
Beside the shaft building are two fans on skids, indicating they were used underground.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
On my first self-guided tour, the calculator was caught my eye because it was one of the few things left behind in the laboratories that filled the second floor. On my next trip, it had been smashed to pieces.
Inside the west portal is a big liquid propane hand warmer, for workers to take the cold off their gloves as they handled the switches and doors of Cramer Tunnel. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
In the mine offices, a training manual for miners sits open. Here’s how you signal to the surface if you are trapped after a disaster.
Gaskets still organized on nails beside the power plant. This used to be a maintenance room, but since its roof and walls were torn down, it’s not any kind of room.
The factory’s first aid room and laboratory. Sure makes me wonder how safe the lab was!
Equipment that did not sell at auction.
The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
A big sign marks where the elevated walkway is severed where Dock 2 used to meet Dock 3, now gone.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
2011. Flavored beers are still popular. The flavor concentrates were stored in this bank of fridges.
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
When I first visited the chapel, it had a projection TV, two organs, Bibles, and more. Now these are mostly ruined, except for the tapestries, which have somehow survived.
Cobbled walkways followed the assembly lines.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
Looking down range. You can tell where most of the rounds hit by the dark marks in the wall.
Employee lockers near the stage, Service Building.
Goals for 1980, still tacked onto the wall.
One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.