Generations of Two Harbors teens smoked their first weed in this abandoned building, in my estimation. Comment if I’m right!
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
Empty spools, thousands of them, were around the mill.
He had the knees of a stallion. RIP.
Negative twenty looks much warmer in retrospect, wouldn’t you say? Taken through the window of a gantry crane cab.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.
Trees by the beautiful Nurse’s Cottage above and behind the Kirkbride. One side looks out over farmland while the other faces the back of the hospital grounds. As of 2014, the city is allowing artists to rent spaces inside.
The hoist signal dangling beside the modern mine shaft would ring a bell next to the giant electric motors that would send the men and machinery into the underground.