Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
The top of the barracks staircase.
Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
The pigeons and raccoons have no use for these, so they will sit empty until snow or fire removes them by force.
Looking through skylights of the payroll office toward the Cheratte No.1’s tower. This is where workers would wait in line to receive pay, surrounded by the mine workings.
Mill Hell before the University of Minnesota began developing the area. Now many of the buildings are gone, there are new roads and even bike paths.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.