An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
The sign room with glass letters, words, and numbers.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
Canal Park (see bridge) and some of old downtown, formerly Duluth City Hall and Police Department (center-left). At least one star has appeared in the sky…