Summertime is when Duluth goes to the lakeside to listen to music, visit traveling fairs, and talk to neighbors about the smell of the lake. As seen from the castle walls.
This miner locker room has probably never been so clean.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
This is a great example of a combination rock house; the silos below used to fill trains with ore dropped from mine cars pulled to the top of the structure.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.