“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
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).
Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
Shadows of the rusty trestle and cold control towers on the Barker. Workers are preparing to swing over the sides of the boat to help secure her to the Minnesota Power dock.
One of the four fire alarm panels in the power station.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
The note on the left announces that the spindles in the crates are dirty.
From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.