An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
Near the base of the mesa is a modern house, which seems to be a ranch of some sort. What a fantastic spot to live, but for the fact every rainstorm floods the arryos, muddy ditches at the bottom of gullies, making it impossible to travel.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
A misnomer that stuck.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
The cornerstone of the building, in Latin.
Superior Street, as seen from the roof of the Temple Opera Block. Below is one of the sealed sidewalk elevator hatches.
In case one forgot… mounted behind the appropriate valves. Who hasn’t memorized the appropriate valve positions?