My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
This steel cup on the card would move molten copper to the caster from the furnace.
One of the machines left over in the underground magnetic separation plant.
These houses were built for the use of the lighthouse keepers in 1913 (left) and 1916 (right). The second house was added when the entry added a fourth light and required a second rotation. Today, there are no unbroken windows in either building.
This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.
This was a living space for the keepers during storms, when it was too dangerous to return to the houses on the point.
No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
Looking toward the power station at the edge of the explosives plant.
Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.