From the summer a bunch of Australians visited Minnesota.
Most of the control panels were faceless. No doubt, they were parted out to keep other sugar mills alive.
In one of the hundreds of bunkers across the busy highway from the empty plant ruins. Most did not have doors, but I got lucky on this one.
A small upper level was accessible via ladder through the hole in this ceiling. Ben for scale.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
The first floor hallway between conference rooms and the diesel lab at the center of the facility
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.