One of the oldest buildings had a wide central staircase with well worn steps. They were utilitarian and beautiful.
A social club/restaurant that was likely the place to be late at night.
In case power was lost, this manual signal could direct trains on and off the taconite trestle. Turning the pole would change the color of the light on top and the shape of the metal flags.
A typical large mine tunnel. You can just make out the narrow gauge rail.
Wind-battered catwalk lights between the shaft house and headframe/rockhouse building.
From the back of the house, looking at a lone chair on stage. From these seats it’s amazing to me that such a giant theater existed out of sight in the middle of downtown.
The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
Mismatched chairs in a patient room.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.