The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
Miller Creek, in one of the wider sections that features a trout (as in the fish) canal in the middle of the drain. Even though it is underground, the fish are able to visit their breeding ponds upstream by swimming through the specially designed tunnel.
Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.
Grand Army, as seen from a Gilman Tram grade.
One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
A splash of pink across an otherwise boring sign caught my eye in the old elevator.
The Barker turning around before it backed into Tac Harbor to unload coal for Minnesota Power.
The windows reflect the sky. The bricks hit the ground.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.