A burned and rusted control panel in the corner of the new hoist room.
The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
A theater turned skate park. How did that happen?
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.
Taconite Harbor’s main road, now overgrown and leading to nothing. Just asphalt between caved-in curbs.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.