We can lie like sinners Breathe the air like children And you could lead and I could follow All those times are gone “Duluth” by Trampled by Turtles
The neon lighthouse, seen from the top of one of the silos.
Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
Capitol 6 has three annexes. It must have a massive capacity. Note the poor condition of the breakwater.
A huge steel tank, one of several left over, left over from either the Ashland Oil or Allied Chemical periods.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
This volume gauge could be read from 30 feet away, which is useful when the control panels and valves are that far away.
David Aho, the owner of Mitchell Engine House, poses beside the boiler.