A strange little staircase on the side of the orphanage puts the scale of the building in perspective. It’s big, by U.P. standards!
When it became “Hyde Park Hospital”, this portico was added onto the front.
Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
A huge steam pipe snakes between catwalks, through the floors, and toward the condensers, so the water could be recovered and reused.
Would you wait and risk getting flooded out, or intentionally get minor burns?
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.