Looking out from a hallway on the third floor where a ceiling and roof should be. I could not stand in the room, as the floor had collapsed into the basement, but I could put my camera out at arm’s length and fire a few pictures upward, which is how I came away with this image!
Water at the bottom of the silo was perfectly clear.
Looking through Workhouse A from the top of a silo.
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
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
The Big Dipper brought its friends into view, and the best seat is 80-feet up.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
The taller of the two smokestacks on site. Note the crack around its crown.