The concrete annex elevator had interesting graffiti. Much of it from the 1980s and 1990s.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
The projector booth, above the balcony in the auditorium.
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
A burned and rusted control panel in the corner of the new hoist room.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.