The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
In the nitrating house.
A siren near the main road. Is it an air raid siren?
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
Trees by the beautiful Nurse’s Cottage above and behind the Kirkbride. One side looks out over farmland while the other faces the back of the hospital grounds. As of 2014, the city is allowing artists to rent spaces inside.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
Frankie on the White Pine Mine vehicle access shaft. The mine was traditional inside… all room-and-pillar.
A warning sticker on the interior of a dredge once tied to the old dock.