The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
These dump cars moved copper ore to the top of the furnaces… it’s about two stories above ground level.
Candy jar molds, in the far corner of the paint shop.
Looking out upon Mill City through the lens of FLOUR, highlighted in pink and low clouds. This sign has recently been converted into LED lighting.
A massive water tower easily tucks into the shadow of Blast Furnace #6.
The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.
A midwestern jungle surrounds the meat packing plant.