Summertime is when Duluth goes to the lakeside to listen to music, visit traveling fairs, and talk to neighbors about the smell of the lake. As seen from the castle walls.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
The chapel (left) and surgical suite (straight on) move in an out of view as fog rolls up from the St. Louis River valley.
These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked.
From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.
The many levels of catwalks make for a place where you can look from the ground floor to the roof, about 4 stories up.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.