With the maintenance door open you can see the buckets on in the vertical conveyor.
One of the oldest buildings had a wide central staircase with well worn steps. They were utilitarian and beautiful.
This is the far interior of the hotel, where the darkness made the shag carpet seem to move whenever the trees outside swayed. That is to say, constantly.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
The depot of Ringling is a very lonely looking building and there are many holes in its roof. There are no signs on it whatsoever.
The main stage and the retired (and in this instance, scrambled) marquee that will be repaired and reinstalled above Superior Street. A former manager of the building I used to photograph Nopeming with told me that the letters for the Art Deco tower are stored somewhere in the NorShor to this day, but I did not see them (and frankly, I doubt it).