Workhouse Pipes At the top of the workhouse, dust collection pipes weave through cross-crossing conveyors. Similar Images ...based on the tags: heights, pipes, sunsets... “But everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison So I came back to Minneapolis this time I think I’m gonna stay” -Tom Waits Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose. A huge steel tank, one of several left over, left over from either the Ashland Oil or Allied Chemical periods. And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”) Looking toward the old power house, right below one of its arteries. Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile. Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below. There isn’t an unbroken window in the entire historic complex as of 2013. The front door to the auditorium.