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.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
Behind a nurse’s station.
Someone had helped themselves to one of the safety posters before my visit.
Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.
Kurth bears a ghost sign. Recently, its main sign was destroyed by graffiti artists in 2015.
Hanging over the crane cab, looking over at the trane-sized doors below. The steel beam tracing the left wall is the support for the gantry crane this photo was taken from.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
Local kids probably call this the ‘Shootin’ Shack’, judging by its war wounds.