From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Looking above the altar.
A closeup of one of the winding machines that found itself under a leaky section of roof.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
Fergus Falls State Hospital. Well, technically moonlight… but a with stars nonetheless! The orange glow from the left and in the rear of the building are exterior lights on associated–former State Hospital–buildings. All other light is from the full moon that evening.
A shuttered house at the end of the block doesn’t even have boards on it anymore.
These were some of the most attractive shops of all the mines in the area. It’s no wonder Hanna Mining wanted to use them as their center of operations in the Iron River district.
The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.