A simple porcelain fountain in the original brewhouse. The water fountain, no doubt, is not original.
Another ruined spiral staircase in the mill.
An old fashioned lift.
Indianapolis’ beautiful downtown is in the distance, past the gas storage tank.
The playground used to be near the school which is now in ruins.
Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.
Wind-battered catwalk lights between the shaft house and headframe/rockhouse building.
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.