A squat in the basement of the Temple Opera Block. When the residents were evicted by Duluth Police in 2013, they said their favorite part of living there was that the steam pipes kept it warm all winter long for free.
Paperwork in the control room, dated 1958.
Part of a vintage neon sign. I hope it’s been preserved–it reminds me of the sign that hung over my grandfather’s tv sales and repair shop in small town Minnesota.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
The last of four radar domes on the base.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.
Records of dead machines rot on the accounting office floor.