After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
Some of the internal staircases were fitted with cages that wound round down the stairs to deter suicidal patients from taking a dive.
This building seemed like a pump house or compressor house. It was full of empty concrete mounts.
A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
From the summer a bunch of Australians visited Minnesota.
A long exposure panorama of Electric Steel and Kurth from the roof of Russell Miller B, days before it was demolished.