Here’s the church, and here’s the steeple; Open the door and see all the people; Here’s the parson going upstairs; Here he is saying his prayers…
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
The laundry building, where many of the tunnels came to an end. It looks very East Coast industrial to me.
The gothic landing between balcony and classroom level and the ground floor.
Electric Steel’s bins reflect the sunset.
I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
This is what it might have looked like if a new Ford descended in the elevator with its headlights on. As seen from the Mississippi side–the opposite portal faces the sand mine.