Giant ingredient hoppers stand on a concrete floor covered in peeled paint.
Park Insurance Agency is no longer in business, nor would you be able to dial that phone number.
My first night on Minneapolis’ Lighthouse–now an old picture and distant memory… I still remember the exhilaration and the view of the city off one edge of the roof and the Mississippi River over the other.
Note the really old carvings in the mineral-stained sandstone on the walls and ceiling. This little cave was walled-off on one end, making me wonder what the area was for. Lighting is a set of three candles and two LED flashlights and a cigarette.
A porcelain basin in the locker room is detached, but shows excellent patina. I hope when the machine shop is repurposed that this can be saved.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
Prize Mine has been the victim of erosion. Its north wall is pushed in by rockfall and its south side is far from ground level.