The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.
A me-sized hole in the half-demolished skyway looks about a story down to the ground. Step lightly. Arista 100.
The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
One of the underground creeks in Duluth, somewhere under the East Hillside neighborhood.
On the left you can see one of the later air shafts for the mine below, which allowed for natural air exchange with the main production areas of the coal mine. That is to say, there were no fans blowing fresh air down below.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
Looking through Workhouse A from the top of a silo.
Beautiful belt wheels above the grain cribs. Getting to the spot where this was taken is now impossible, and I don’t know whether these remain or not anymore.