The pigeons and raccoons have no use for these, so they will sit empty until snow or fire removes them by force.
The mark of a long producing mine is these racks of thousands of core samples, stored next to the capped mine shaft.
The cornerstone of the building, in Latin.
I couldn’t help but include this ghost sign for a demolished motel…
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
Canal Park (see bridge) and some of old downtown, formerly Duluth City Hall and Police Department (center-left). At least one star has appeared in the sky…