This is one of the more private rooms in the old section of the hospital. It likely only accommodated one patient.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.
The man behind the curtain watches, but doesn’t say anything. Probably the smartest one in the room.
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.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.