A morning breeze pushes the last ice from the lake against Wisconsin Point.
The underside of the ore dock in winter. Snow drifts across the dock from the frozen lake.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
This building had the rusty remains of a few mattresses, likely used in the 1940s when this site was last occupied.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
Designed by Taylor himself, the spring house was the site of many parties in its day. You can imagine sipping fresh-tapped whiskey here with your Sunday clothes with soft music and the sounds of the river mixing in the background. Note the key-hole-shaped spring hole.
Sliding curtains gave a little privacy to the residents of this room, which looked and felt more medicinal than most of the other multi-patient rooms.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
The only door into a large windowless concrete room, probably a storage bin. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.