From the summer a bunch of Australians visited Minnesota.
Whoever did this: good job. You get it.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
Standing where the Standard Oil’s boiler used to sit; the coal room is on the right, and would have been filled from trackside.
Blast Furnace 7 as seen from the ore yard. Imagine running up those stairs through blast furnace smoke.
Wind-battered catwalk lights between the shaft house and headframe/rockhouse building.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
Looking up the Dominion Elevator’s tower. I especially like this picture because it shows how so much of the electrical conduits wound round through the mostly hollow space.
The bottom of the stairs leading from the work floor to the cafeteria.