Small rooms in the basement of the asylum were seemingly too tiny to be used, even for storage.
A single metal emergency slide rusts away at sunrise.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
Hotel Duluth from the roof of the Temple Opera Block, just before the sun dipped below Thompson Hill. The tires are a kind of calling card for the building’s former owner. Where my feet are in this picture used to be the third floor of the building (note the outline of the floors on the wall to the left).
Sunrise in SEMI. The shadow of Kurth Malt is cast across ADM-Delmar #1. Clouds behind ADM-Delmar #4 light up. It’s cold and the air smells like train grease.
I love this original brick archway, near the narrow gauge shop. Gorgeous!
A huge vent looks like it built in a hurry. There was actually very little in the way of bits of machinery left over… I am guessing almost anything of value was scrapped in the 1990s.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.