My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
Soft rain on Vulcan’s ashy pyre… Both of these peaks are dead volcanos, too hard to be totally washed away by storms. As a result, they seem to rise dramatically from the flat valley.
Solvent pumping buildings, designed to explode upwards rather than outwards in an emergency, are forgotten near the milkweed.
Hunter climbing up to the coal tower.
The building on the right was where parts not assembled onto vehicles would be set in crates for shipment.
There isn’t much left of the factory offices.
The interior of one of the curved corridors that connect two wards. Note the original floor’s hand-laid tile pattern. Portra 160.
Pointing a light at my camera from down Miller Creek Drain. Do you see the scale of it? It’s huge!
A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.