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.
Taken from the rooftop looking toward downtown, a hometown, a river town.
From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.
It seems like this pipe was made to return dust to the collector in the main workhouse from the annex.
A look at another “Belt-o-Vator”. I like the sign.
An abandoned gatehouse bearing the name of the former factory.
The Blacksmith Shop (right) was connected to the Bunk House (left) via this narrow walkway. This is likely due to the fire risk in each building. The left building had a cooking stove and furnace for heat and the right building had a small industrial furnace to repair mining equipment. A little walkway would mean that a fire on one side would be easier to fight from the other.