Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
The front door to the auditorium.
The pilot house, lit with the lights of Superior.
The engine room.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.
Another ruined spiral staircase in the mill.
This spiral staircase isn’t doing Lemp much good–maybe they’ll let me have it! I do love, though, that there is a door going to it–without walls–and it ascends to a second floor that doesn’t exactly exist anymore.
A strange arcade machine in the basement.
Taken from the rooftop looking toward downtown, a hometown, a river town.