Summertime is when Duluth goes to the lakeside to listen to music, visit traveling fairs, and talk to neighbors about the smell of the lake. As seen from the castle walls.
Point me to the blast furnace.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
This is one of the biggest warps I’ve ever found in a wooden factory floor hasn’t broken yet. When you stand on it, it make a very loud popping sound as the boards shift. The poster on the pillar near the left side of the frame advertises recreational boating, presumably to the factory workers who left this floor in the early 1980s.
A board to track which miners are underground. Low tech, but very effective.
A winding flue between the ovens for Furnace 6, capped with sketchy catwalks.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
In its last years, the church had a congregation of only about 100. It opened with 1.700…