A light-painted portrait of one of the few remaining carts that moved everything from fresh eggs to soiled laundry through the tunnels.
A strange little staircase on the side of the orphanage puts the scale of the building in perspective. It’s big, by U.P. standards!
A tower above Minneapolis that few people see.
A closeup inside the mill’s power room.
A closer look at the side of the generator.
I wonder who boarded the family house… the EPA?
A wide view of the steam pump room, complete with pistons (taken apart for their brass), flywheels (covered in graffiti and rust) and pressure gauges (smashed apart for fun). I guess what I’m trying to say is, I was not disappointed.
A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.