“But everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison
So I came back to Minneapolis this time I think I’m gonna stay” -Tom Waits
The mine is sandwiched between village townhomes.
Platforms and abandoned outbuildings, as seen in 2005.
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
Looking out of the elevators. Canada Malting, Vitera A and Vitera B in the background.
The old hospital (left) and ugly modern additions (right).
The back of the neon sign before it was converted to LED lighting. The image is mirrored so it can be read.
The generator hall of the last power station, as seen from the gantryway.
If you look close you can see a figure on the water tower.
A panorama of the side of the hospital from roughly the same angle as the historic postcard.
This is the real reason I slept in the top of the power plant that summer night; not for the storm, but for the sunrise. Almost everything visible here is abandoned.
Transfer Elevator, Built 1916
A 15-frame long exposure panorama, taken shortly before power to the complex was cut.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
Looking from one workhouse at another, with the other residents of Mill Hell falling into place as the distance grows. Across the rail yard you can see Froedert Malt elevator and Calumet.
About a third of the roundhouse was demolished in the 1950s, but there’s a lot left.
A 180-degree panorama of the first floor of the refectory. I just loved the colors; there’s something about plaster walls that retain the character of a building; they crumble when they die, which is much more graceful than drywall, which drips down into a stinking puddle that looks and smells like a blob of Elmer’s glue.
A panorama from London Road on a cloudy day.
A nice view of Hamilton from the roof of the theater.
A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
The “Inner-Urban Jawbreaker,” a one-of-a-kind, salty-but-sweet remnant of a bygone heavy-industrial period in this area’s history. A time when the walls were whole and the floors were clean, in other words, a time when people made things other than photographs inside the never ending corridors and factory floors.
Enger Tower is an 75 foot stone structure built in 1939. It overlooks the elevators of Rice’s Point that are, for the most part, far older than it.
The Beeghley was launched in 1958… you can see it unloading limestone here with its retrofitted self-unloader. Update: This ship has been renamed the ‘James L. Oberstar’ after the Minnesota Senator. [Read more on Boardnerd.com here: http://www.boatnerd.com/pictures/fleet/oberstar.htm]
A panoramic view of the sintering plant’s gas plant (?). Everyone who visits must get a picture of these rusty smokestacks!
On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.
North Star Brewery Cave, Fall 2012
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
It’s a small world… look at it.
Connecting the ground and the sky.
A panorama showing the biggest building in Gilman—unless you count the massive mine below as a structure.
The top of Dock 4 was too dangerous to explore, but this panorama gives you an idea of the view (and how rotten the wood was).
From left to right: Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #7, Thunder Bay Elevator, Dominion, Davidson & Smith, Parrish & Heimbecker. One of four packed elevator rows.
From the highest roof of Ogvilvie’s, Thunder Bay looks like paradise.
This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.
The railworks was totally demolished.
This is what the mine shops look like from the road between Gaastra, MI and Rogers Location (formerly Bates, MI). The community was renamed for the mine, probably under the heavy influence of M.A. Hanna.
Sour mash had to be fermented before being used for whiskey making. Nearly all bourbon uses it.
It would be a shame if this building is not preserved. Word is (as of 2015) that construction may start on this section soon.
The ballroom is fantastic, and it overlooks the historic Rose Garden and Lake Superior!
From the boarded-up choir loft above the chapel, minutes after sunrise. Obviously local kids have long had their way with this landmark.
Looking at the town from a highway turn-off. This is how most people see it.
This gives a sense of scale for the engine works side of the property.
A night view of the launch pad.
SWP4-A on the left and Viterra C on the right in a 90-degree panorama.
A long exposure panorama of Electric Steel and Kurth from the roof of Russell Miller B, days before it was demolished.
Taken as I drove out of Silverton, CO. One of my favorite landscapes of 2015. Want a print? Email me!
Looking from the brewhouse at the death of its sister building, across Minnehaha.
Construction lights were still plugged in from the last inspection. Note the murals on the walls.
As seen from one of my ‘study squats’. I liked being able to watch birds move from open window to open window.
This gives a sense of the scale and the water damage of the old side (brick, rather than concrete) of the roundhouse.
Above Treasure Mountain Mine is the capped shaft of the defunct San Juan Queen Mine. This is taken near that location, looking down the road that connects the mines to Animas Forks.
Left: A medium storage chamber with access to an interconnecting steam tunnel at ceiling height. This room also has various smashed toilets. Why? Because dead toilets–all of them–always find a home in a cave. Center: Steps go past a +-intersection, left goes deeper, right goes to utility tunnels for the brewery, forward used to go to the brewery basement… it’s now backfilled. Left from the backfill is a small hallway; see ‘Backfill Self Portrait’. Center-Right: Utility tunnels tie knots between the brewery’s demolished basement and its caves. Right: Most of the storage volume is in large chambers down this causeway.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
A poor panorama showing where the turntable used to be for the roundhouse.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
I was invited to watch the 4th of July fireworks atop the Kurth tower before the current owners bought the property. Every one of the 12 frames has dozens of fireworks–just look closely. The main display is from the Stone Arch Bridge, of course.
A panorama next to a long abandoned adit. The tram has seen better days.
Brewery Creek Waterfall, somewhere above Duluth. Lit with candles and a small LED panel. To me, it looked like a pipe pouring molten metal.
This panorama from the rood of the power station gives a sense of the scale of SFAAP.
The control room was used through the mid-1990s as the plant was used to stabilize the power grid.
A panoramic view of the Ambassador Bridge, Detroit River and downtown from the roof of the 1925 warehouse. Ready to move to Detroit?
The top floors of all the buildings seemed to be the worst off. Arson and the elements have eroded Packard like water over salt.
The top floor of the condemned Russell Miller mill “B”, which would have housed sets of powerful electric motors to power the plant’s dust collectors and grain purifiers.
A panorama from a basement room protected by an amphibian platoon, hand-painted by some National Guardsman from the past. I hope it gets preserved somehow…