Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
This “pit” would allow workers to crawl below locomotives to service them.
A divot to let more light and air into the building.
Rain and snow has gutted a third of the building. From the ground floor, I could see the sky in some places.
Looking out from what little remains of the second floor at the poor house, which was in terrible condition. No roof and no floors. Soon to be ruins.
A long exposure of the city glow illuminating the roof, highlighting the victorian and gothic influences on the brew house.
Not a wisp of smoke can be seen today.
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
Hotel Duluth from the roof of the Temple Opera Block, just before the sun dipped below Thompson Hill. The tires are a kind of calling card for the building’s former owner. Where my feet are in this picture used to be the third floor of the building (note the outline of the floors on the wall to the left).
The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.